Blue Panties at My Ankles
Note: This story is a Harry Lime and Velda Mazursky co-authored story. Part I Julie liked to fly the red-eye shuttle between DC and New York. It was easy to get taxis from the airports at that time of night. The day in the Nation's Capital had been unusually hectic because of the budget tensions. The entire town was getting down on one side or the other. Bigger government and more services. Or cut back on spending. Everyone was talking and no one was listening. It reminded her of the...