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to admit that the booze was better at the lowdown speakeasy. I watched the door until the blue-eyed blonde walked through it. She wore a respectable red and white polka dot dress with a sailor collar that brought out the school girl in her. She looked lost and vulnerable. I lifted my hand.

    She cracked a cute smile.

    I offered her my chair and said, “Glad you could make it.”

    She eyed me seductively. “It’ll cost you thirty cents for the cab over.”

    I handed her a drink. “Gottcha covered. Where do you come from?”

    “ Eastside,” she said, looking around.

    “ Have you been here before?” I asked.

    She threw her head back and laughed. “Are you kiddin’? I’ve been around, but I ain’t got the moolah to check out in this place.”

    I moved in close and sweet. “You’re cute as a bug’s ear, you know that?”

    Flo finished her drink in one gulp. I poured her another drink. Flo finished the second drink and watched the people milling around the busy bar.

    She took my hand and ran her finger down my palm and asked, “You got a place, Killer?”

    The first thing that came to mind was a one-night-stand hotel two blocks up. “Well, I could set us up at the Peach Inn.”

    “ Yeah, that sounds good. I’ve had enough of this joint.”

    I slid the corked bottle under my coat. We grabbed each other against the gripping night wind. Flo staggered away from me and stepped out into the street forcing a Caddy to a dead stop. Flo threw her pretty head back, laughed. She stood in the car’s path while waving it away.

    “ There you go, Hotshot! Go on! Git outta here!”

    I pulled her from the busy street. I was feeling warm from the gin, but Flo was lit. She relaxed in my arms and cooed, “Hey, Big Boy! Whoa, ain’t you a looker?”

    She danced away, grabbed the chilled gas light pole, and spun around like a kid on a playground. Flo didn’t feel the cold breeze that chilled us to the bone. Her devil-may-care way lifted my spirits. I watched her frolic and reel around, envying her carefree spirit.

    I paid the clerk at the door for an hour in Room #7. Flo’s voice rose higher as we climbed the stairs of the low-end hotel. The room was dark and dank, lit only by the gaslight on the street. I planted a smacker on her lips just to hush her mouth. The kiss transformed Flo into the little kitten I sought. She became soft and demure, arousing my appetite.

    Her lush mouth refreshed my senses like a mint julep on a hot Georgia day. Our lips locked and bodies pressed as if held by a vise. I grew hotter, obsessed by her fierce and addictive desire. Her hands moved over my body and fumbled with my clothes. Then, she threw her knickers aside. We moved fast and hard, no holding back. She let out a faint cry and squirmed underneath me. I felt a gush of fluid, thought she liked me, and I returned the favor. I opened my eyes and saw the fear in her eyes. Flo was a virgin.

    I jumped off her, feeling duped and disgusted. “I thought you said you’d been around,” I said too loudly.

    She began to whimper and pushed her skirt down bashfully. “I have. But not like that, you know.”

    I lowered my voice and growled, “What do you think “been around” means, anyway?”

    She stumbled off the bed. Her pale face glowed in the dim light, ghostlike. “I need a washroom.”

    I slicked my hair back, pulling myself together. “Uh, I think I saw one at the end of the hall. Can I help you with anything?”

    She shot me a cold look and walked out the door. I sat on the edge of the bed, angry with her and more so with myself. Flo stayed in the washroom a long time, long enough for me to come to my senses and regret what I had done to that poor little girl. She was so bewitching, so hot-blooded, I couldn’t resist and she didn’t stop me.

    I dressed and peeked out the door several times wondering if I should go to her. But then, I hardly knew her. Feeling awkward and helpless, I looked at the soiled bed. The door