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the top sheet and then reached over to feel the smooth skin of her rump.
    “Wake me up if you want to, Jameson, when you’re ready.”
    Well, suddenly, he was ready.
    He was grateful for this life, he thought as he showered with her. Karen’s body was perfect for him. He even enjoyed how the hot water made her nipples knot and how her cheeks pinked when he knelt in front of her in the shower and ‘tuned her G string,’ as he called it.
    He bought her breakfast, and then it was time to part. He drove her over to pick up her car at the club. The place was looking dingy and didn’t have any of the sparkle of the night before. Nothing had the sparkle of the night before.
    What’s happening?
    He gave her a hug, kissed her on the cheek. She grabbed his ears and planted a deep kiss on him, nearly jumping him again in the parking lot.
    “Whoa! Whoa! I need my energy for tonight’s show. You forget, I work tonight.”
    She frowned. “So do I. But I can come tomorrow night.”
    He smiled into her blue eyes and wanted to be kind, but didn’t want her thinking they were going to be exclusive for any length of time. “We had a nice time together, Karen. I think you clear wore me out. Might need a few days to recover.”
    He saw the flattering remark appeared to work. But he was serious about her not expecting anything more from him. It seemed a good way to let her down.
    Her smile rewarded him with reassurance his message was delivered. He gave her a good pat on the rear then a squeeze on that fine ass of hers. “Laters, baby.”
    She started to walk toward her car then turned around, her eyes filling out round. “Seriously? You into that, too?”
    He placed his fingers on his hips and shook his head, examining the tips of his boots. “Not really. But I saw the movie.”
    Her warm smile cheered him long after she left, swaying back and forth in the late morning air, a thing of beauty and something he’d seriously enjoyed. He was also glad it wasn’t going to get complicated.
    Jameson was surprised to see Thomas’s pickup still in the parking lot. It occurred to him the man might have spent the night on a cot in the men’s rest room, like he’d done a time or two. The club owner’s older light violet Cadillac with the longhorns welded to the grill was also still there.
    He found the front door to the club open. Reed, the club owner, was sitting at a table counting money.
    “You knocked ’em dead last night, Jameson. You only got two more nights. How about extending a bit for me? The boys said they were available.”
    “Hell, Reed, they’re always available. They work for you, not for me. Besides, I might be a signed recording artist by then. One can never tell.”
    “Shit, Jameson, you should just enjoy the money and the tits and ass while it lasts. I know Thomas did.”
    “Well, I’m not Thomas. You should know that by now. He in the bathroom?”
    “Shit, no. You should have seen who he went home with last night.”
    Jameson smiled at the wily manager who always seemed to come out on top. “So you didn’t pay him yet, otherwise he’d have brought an expensive one home. His truck is still here. So where’s the asshole holed up this time?”
    “No, goddammit, I didn’t pay him because I thought maybe that one might steal from him. She rode in on a Harley, and do you see a black Harley outside?”
    “I sure don’t.”
    “That’s because she took him on her bike. The lady, if you can call her that, has more tats than Thomas has. Indian gal nearly three hundred pounds. I can’t even imagine the kind of war games she took out on his sorry ass.”
    They heard the unmistakable sounds of the Harley in question arriving outside the club.
    Thomas ran through the opening as they heard the sounds of the bike fade behind him. “Whoo hoo! Now that was some kind of fun! That woman can suck the rockets off a space ship!” Thomas’s enthusiasm was double any Jameson had seen in the past several months.
    “Glad to