I had never seen shorts like that. They were regular blue jean shorts, faded as hell, but there was no inseam—when he lay back like that, it was lik... I was looking up a skirt. Only I was seeing dick, not panties.“Like a duck to water, this one,” Jake said.“Huh?” I realized I must be staring again. “Come closer, took a good look,” the bearded guy said, laughing. There was no menace to him and I liked him, trusted him, knew he was the one who might save me from whatever Jake had on his. And the dancer he was expecting, was, by the way, two hours overdue, and therefore, was not coming. She had probably not survived her last dance at her last club. It wasn't unusual, in this business.Damon kept a pleasant smile on his face, nodding occasionally at the babbling woman, pretending to listen. He could listen to the tape later, if he had to learn anything from the story she was telling. She was good, he had to admit. But was she Narcotics, ATF, IRS or from some RICO-type committee?. As Anita took the 405 freeway out to Sky Harbor Airport she wonders if she would even remember what he looked like, after all she was only eleven years old when he took a job as a photo journalists for Today’s World Magazine. He had been all over the world taking pictures and in all that time he had never bother to call or even write, and then two weeks ago he calls his sister and said he’s coming for a visit. “Ever since that dam phone call mom had been barking orders to the cook and the maid. Mondo Bondo catered for those that liked to see their men in chains. While Florence told herself she went because of the music and the atmosphere, the amusement from being served by shackled and ball gagged waiters naked from the waist up appealed to a part of her that she knew stretched back to her adolescence.“2010 Retro Disco” the poster’s outside had announced and sure enough the speakers inside were blaring out Kesha’s We R Who We R, practically pinning the bar’s customers to the walls.