Here's a scary thought: what will the left do if both the Mueller investigation goes nowhere and the blue wave doesn't occur? That's enough politics for the day. Here's an excerpt from my latest novel, Present and Past. It takes place in a hotel in Chicago. While it isn't explicit, some may find it offensive:
As soon as he was dressed a knock came at the door. He hurried to answer it, keeping an eye on Tony, who froze upon the entrance of the women, who were wearing furs and glistening jewels. Tony was speechless, at a loss for words for what seemed minutes.
"What's the matter, hot-shot?" Freddie teased. "Don't think you can handle it?"
"It's like I died and went to heaven," said Tony, subdued, eyes softly aglow.
The girls chuckled.
"Knowin' you, I never thought the surprise'd be hookers."
The women stood smiling as they sized up the men.
"The moolinyon's better lookin' than that Miss America who got caught with 'er pants down. And the chink's better than the ones you see on the calendars in the take-out joints."
Rather than take offense, the women laughed and threw their coats aside. They certainly gave the appearance of being high class or, at least, high-priced, which was enough for Tony, Freddie knew. He was appalled that they stooped to prostitution. He was sure they would find work modeling were they willing to make the effort. They seemed a bit old to be making their way through college. He felt his resolve ebbing. It'd been difficult enough for him to make the call. He wanted to send them away, although he knew it'd be to the arms - the wallets of other men. And if he dismissed them he would have to take Tony with him, and he couldn't have that. Suddenly he realized he'd had his own convenience, not his friend's pleasure, in mind when the idea had struck him. He seized his jacket.
"Where you goin'?" said Tony, an arm around the Asian woman, who was leaning against him lasciviously.
"Crack the champagne, handsome," said the black goddess, look¬ing Freddie in the eye. "Don't be shy. We won't hurt you - unless you want us to."
The women laughed.
"Don't you hate it when a guy's prettier than we are?" said the Asian to her companion. “Got any coke?"
"We don't do drugs," said Tony, "but don't worry, this party won't be boring. Put your jacket down, Fred. It ain't like you¬'re payin' for it."
"I made plans."
He was anxious to get away from the women, whom he feared had been forced into prostitution to support an addiction to cocaine, as Joanne had been to pay her gambling debt, as Debbie had been to...
Tony eyed him knowingly. "That degenerate at the store?"
Freddie nodded. "I'm in for a live demonstration of her stuff. If I'm not back by midnight, send the cavalry for me."
"Snake."
"Enjoy yourself - live, as you say." He backed away.
"You know you ain't gotta worry about that."
He seized a fistful of firm flesh in each hand. The women laughed and closed in on him.
It was a perfect day for selling wares on the street. My thanks to the woman who bought pictorials on Dante, Columbus and Peter the Great; to the gentleman who purchased The Prometheus Deception by Robert Ludlum, and The Brethren and An Innocent Man, each by John Grisham; and to Boris, who was delighted when I showed him How They Lived: The Everyday Lives of Hungarian Jews, 1867-1940 by Andras Koerner.
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