One Night Only (114 page)

“He
y
,
Joe,
”
h
e
said
.
“Al
l
thi
s
comin
g
fro
m
mutton dresse
d
a
s
lamb
!
Mayb
e
tha
t
ter
m
MIL
F
i
s
dea
d
an
d
gone!
Chas
e
the
m
bac
k
t
o
Couga
r
T
own
!
”

Tha
t
wa
s
it
.
T
es
s
le
t
g
o
o
f
Gin
a
wh
o
fel
l
int
o
a
drunken slum
p
an
d
Poll
y
caugh
t
he
r
jus
t
i
n
time
.
Sh
e
too
k
her stilett
o
i
n
he
r
righ
t
han
d
an
d
swun
g
i
t
a
t
th
e
bouncers wh
o
ducke
d
an
d
th
e
sho
e
bashe
d
u
p
agains
t
on
e
o
f
the
smal
l
pane
s
o
f
th
e
windo
w
o
f
th
e
ba
r
.

“
T
ess
!
Stop!
”
squeale
d
Poll
y
.
“Don
’
t
ris
e
t
o
him
.
He
’
s
no
t
wort
h
it!
”

“H
e
sai
d
I
wa
s
lam
b
dresse
d
a
s
mutton,
”
sh
e
slurred. “H
e
i
s
no
t
gettin
g
awa
y
wit
h
that
!
I
hav
e
a
gorgeous husban
d
wh
o
think
s
I’
m
se
x
o
n
legs!
”

Th
e
bounce
r
ducke
d
agai
n
an
d
laughe
d
a
s
he
r
second sho
e
misse
d
hi
m
an
d
bounce
d
of
f
th
e
windo
w
again
.

T
es
s
grabbe
d
Gina
’
s
shoe
s
fro
m
Polly
’
s
hand
s
an
d
flung
them
,
quic
k
a
s
lightnin
g
an
d
thi
s
tim
e
sh
e
hi
t
th
e
firs
t
gu
y
,
Joe
,
ful
l
whac
k
i
n
th
e
chest
.

“Charming,
”
h
e
said
,
stil
l
wearin
g
th
e
sam
e
gri
n
and
hi
s
colleagu
e
sniggere
d
besid
e
him
.
H
e
casuall
y
lifte
d
the
shoe
s
an
d
hande
d
the
m
bac
k
t
o
T
ess
.
“
W
an
t
anothe
r
go?
I
shoul
d
charg
e
fo
r
thi
s
sor
t
o
f
entertainment.
”

T
es
s
fel
t
lik
e
doin
g
a
wa
r
danc
e
o
r
throwin
g
a
childish
tantru
m
righ
t
ther
e
o
n
th
e
pavement
.
H
e
wa
s
enticin
g
her! H
e
wa
s
laughin
g
a
t
her
!
N
o
on
e
eve
r
laughe
d
a
t
her
!
No on
e
sinc
e
Rut
h
Monagha
n
bac
k
a
t
school
!
Sh
e
hated
bullies
!
Sh
e
woul
d
no
t
le
t
hi
m
awa
y
wit
h
it
.

Sh
e
flun
g
a
sho
e
wit
h
doubl
e
forc
e
thi
s
tim
e
an
d
the
bounce
r
cooll
y
steppe
d
ou
t
o
f
th
e
firin
g
lin
e
an
d
le
t
i
t
hit th
e
windo
w
.
Th
e
soun
d
o
f
breakin
g
glas
s
wa
s
on
e
that
T
es
s
woul
d
no
t
forge
t
fo
r
a
long
,
lon
g
tim
e
bu
t
th
e
sound o
f
th
e
polic
e
sire
n
tha
t
followe
d
soo
n
afte
r
,
a
s
the
y
stood ther
e
gaping
,
wa
s
eve
n
mor
e
memorable
.

“O
h
fuck!
”
sai
d
Poll
y
.

“O
h
fuck
!
”
sai
d
T
ess
,
coverin
g
he
r
mout
h
wit
h
her
hands
.
“
Shit!
”

“Look
s
lik
e
yo
u
hav
e
bee
n
reported,
”
sai
d
th
e
bouncer an
d
h
e
pu
t
hi
s
hand
s
i
n
hi
s
pocket
s
an
d
bega
n
t
o
whistle. Then
,
a
s
i
f
h
e
sa
w
i
t
al
l
th
e
time
,
h
e
turne
d
t
o
his
colleague
.
“Hav
e
thi
s
cleane
d
up
,
Micke
y
,
befor
e
someone
i
s
injured
.
Stupi
d
drunke
n
women.
”

H
e
kicke
d
bit
s
o
f
glas
s
acros
s
th
e
pavemen
t
an
d
shook
hi
s
head
,
stil
l
smirkin
g
an
d
knowin
g
that
,
onc
e
again
,
he ha
d
wo
n
whe
n
affronte
d
b
y
peopl
e
who’
d
ha
d
on
e
too man
y
.