Linda was silent all the way back to the Lounge, all during her first set and even during the time in between the first and the second sets.Linda was silent all the way back to the Lounge, all during her first set and even during the time in between the first and the second sets. She thought about John's 'proposition' the whole time and honestly couldn't see any way in the world she could turn him down. She'd asked him for the money. She was the one who had started the whole thing, not him. Now, she reckoned, she was either going to have to shit or get off the damn pot --- PERIOD. Three years ago, she'd run away from "home" (and Johnny, espe- cially) and had earned her living hooking her way across the country from coast to coast. She'd been gone over a year and had, quite honestly, enjoyed the freedom for the first eight months until she got wrapped up with her `problem,' again, down in San Diego, California, after which her mind hadn't been either free or made many reasonable decisions in her behalf --- but her crazy assed body sure had. She shook her head and cleared those memories from her mind. "That was ANOTHER story," she thought --- and though not one she particularly wanted to forget all the time, she had no time for it now --- to be sure. She sat in the back corner booth thinking about whether she was going to "go the rest of the way" with John and stick around after she quit dancing at 2:00AM and join the "PARTY. |