LESBIAN HOOKERS Short Stories
LESBIAN HOOKERS (Short Stories)SLOW NIGHT Leslie was slumped over the near empty lesbian bar. She wasn’t drunk, just tired. She nursed her Grand Marnier. The last man got up and left, after giving Leslie a wink. She didn’t know what it meant. She wasn’t interested anyway. It was Monday night. Not a great night except if there was a conference or trade show going on. It was worth checking out anyway, you never know. Last year, right here in this bar, she had met Rachel Rawlings, the country...