Okay, she wasn't a showgirl, but her name was Lola. She had the kind of smile that makes you weak at the knees, your heart flutter and your knickers a...little damp. I was standing in the doorway to the ladies dressing room, my mouth hanging open and my eyes fixed on the mirror in front of me. I wasn't amazed at my own reflection, it was the woman who shared it with me, Lola. She sat in a chair, legs crossed at the knee, wearing nothing but white satin underwear and that wicked smile. "If you. She hated writing trite twaddle even more than she hated reading it. Sarah yawned and stretched – she needed a break. She hopped to the fridge, and took out the bottle of milk. She suckled on it, and gazed forlornly at the empty shelves. She really needed to go shopping. She felt tears down her face, saw them flower on her blouse, delicate wet roses, tears from her tears. Goddamn it. She dropped the milk, and to her knees. She began to cry. There she remained, sobbing and holding her face on,. “If you’re having one, I’m having one,” Gee stated.“Says the girl who chaperones Baptist church groups.”“One beer. When you said it, I imagined the bite of the hops. Sounded perfect.”“Two beers,” I told the waitress.Yes, good.We got back to the car. She looked over the parking lot. “Hey, can we get to that bookstore before they close?”“Sure,” I said.It was dusk. We’re circling the parking lot looking for a convenient slot.“Don’t kill yourself looking for a close spot. We can walk,” Gee. A. the man found my name then lead us to the table he waited around for a few second exspecting a tip. however i wasnt going to give him one because of the way he looked at harvey i told the man he could leave. after a little time we decided what we wanted to eat so i signed for a waiter he ordered are meals and i asked the waiter will he be serving are meals he waiter (after reading his badge called ted) said yes sir me and harvey was talking about all kinds of stuff when are meals arrived.