Under The Double Ego
Still feeling as though I was being set up, I looked across the street and saw another smallish brunette standing by an old oak tree. Her outfit was less daring than the one standing before me. She was wearing full cut blue jeans and a red plaid shirt. She briely waved as I looked her direction. Carefully, I looked up and down the street, making sure there were no visible black and white units or the ever dangerous unmarked cruisers.. I told her, "I am going in to get a bottle of Tequila Gold,...