A Most Fortuitous Event
My sister’s houseboat on Lake Mead was a ninety-minute drive, through Vegas traffic from my job on the strip. Finally getting away for a well-earned vacation, the marina was far out where the sky blazed with stars, the spiral arms of the Milky Way spun overhead.The lake air was always a bit cooler and driving a quiet road with the top down in my tired old convertible was still a thrill. I was looking for a bar, a cold beer and a baseball game on TV. There were quite a few bars in Boulder City,...
Seduction