“Jeepers,” Rory said, her voice clearly filled with awe. XXX “Can I play with them?”
“You can do whatever you want to em,” Christine said, her voice low and husky. “I know, I’m bad,” she said. Much better than those crazy fumblings and humpings with Paris. No, what I got for you is even better than that.” She paused again, then said, “Except I don’t have any cash, you whore.”
It was Rory’s turn to laugh. There was a taxi right out front and Rory got into it, blew a kiss and waved to Christine, and said goodbye. Rory was a people pleaser. And, to be politically incorrect and crude and risk sounding like a racist, he’d have it in spades.”
Christine laughed, a light charming
