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by Carol Queen
“Nope, the Lusty Lady. You should go. You’ll like it. I saw you snagged that excellent old stripper book down on Polk Street.”
Abby flushed. “Have you guys been following me?”
“Oh, sorta,” said the smiling girl. “I’m Lila, by the way. This is Daniel. C’mon, pay for your books. We’ll get a cab.”
Out on Post Street, a Veteran’s taxi waited, with Lila seated inside and waving her in. Daniel held the door. Abby felt a little like she was heading through the looking glass, but they seemed okay. Actually, “okay” put it way too mildly—they were both really hot. Abby climbed in—once Daniel had seated himself, squeezing her against Lila, she told them her name.
“Want a drink first, Abby?” asked Lila. “We can take you to Spec’s. Or Vesuvio! Kerouac’s old hangout!”
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