He timidly said something about it being wrong, so I called him up andsaid. "Come on then smart ass."He looked to Molly for support but she shrugged a...d he was left with nooption but to get up and play. I gave him my spare guitar and he startedtuning it. I went to hand him a tuner and he waved me off. Smart prick,just like that he could tune, he had perfect pitch. I hated him already.Jas interrupted by suggesting we play one of our own songs and he couldplay along. We started on Cheery Red. . weeks since I've had a hot shower."Tami wasn't the least bit shy about disrobing in front of me and maybe that's because of her life on the streets. She unbuttoned her dirty and worn blouse and tossed it onto the floor. She looked over at me and smiled then looked down at what had to have been a white bra at some point in time but was now nothing but a faded yellow and grimy piece of torn cloth with only one functional shoulder strap. She reached behind her and unsnapped the bra and took it. I didn't recognize the bartender, but looking at her name tag she was Cindy, a 30-something blond who was there to charm the patrons as much as she was to serve drinks. I ordered a chilled shot of tequila and exhaled audibly, glad to have my day over with.I threw back my drink, taking it down in one gulp, the chilled booze tingling my throat as I swallowed. It hit my stomach, sending welcome warmth from my core to my extremities. I ordered another from Cindy, deciding to take this one a. Martin strode along, his eyes darting nervously about as he evaluated the women on display. Part of him actually felt quite sorry for the girls. It couldn't be much fun for them to be standing around in the evening drizzle, waiting for cars to slow down and pick them up. And they really weren't dressed for the weather. The skirts were so very short, the tops just so very brief, the heels so tottering and precipitous. And the faces. Sometimes so thick with make-up that it was difficult to.