One Night Only (99 page)

“
Y
o
u
ar
e
a
ver
y
sex
y
lad
y
,
Poll
y
,
”
sai
d
Sta
g
an
d
he leane
d
i
n
toward
s
he
r
.
Eithe
r
h
e
leaned
,
o
r
h
e
stumbled,
sh
e
wasn
’
t
sure
.
“Wha
t
woul
d
yo
u
lik
e
t
o
drink
?
Le
t
me
trea
t
yo
u
t
o
a
coc
k
.
.
.
a
cocktai
l
o
f
m
y
choice.
”

Polly
’
s
stomac
h
gav
e
a
hug
e
lea
p
whe
n
h
e
sai
d
‘cock’.
Sh
e
wa
s
astounde
d
an
d
hope
d
th
e
expressio
n
o
n
he
r
face
befor
e
h
e
sai
d
‘cocktail
’
hadn
’
t
tol
d
hi
m
so
.

“
O
h
.
.
.
oka
y
,
”
sh
e
muttere
d
an
d
waite
d
unti
l
the
barma
n
serve
d
u
p
tw
o
concoction
s
tha
t
looke
d
wa
y
too brigh
t
i
n
colou
r
fo
r
huma
n
consumption
.

“I’l
l
rac
e
yo
u
t
o
th
e
bottom,
”
h
e
whispere
d
int
o
her ea
r
.
“On
e
–
tw
o
–
three!
”

“Go!
”
sh
e
sai
d
an
d
t
o
he
r
surpris
e
sh
e
wa
s
laughin
g
at th
e
challenge
.
Thi
s
wa
s
fun
.

“
W
o
w
,
tha
t
wa
s
fast!
”
sai
d
Stag
.
“Bes
t
ou
t
o
f
three?” “
Y
ou’r
e
on,
”
sai
d
Poll
y
,
leanin
g
u
p
agains
t
th
e
ba
r
.
A
grou
p
o
f
younge
r
girl
s
wer
e
assemblin
g
nearb
y
bu
t
this ho
t
youn
g
stu
d
ha
d
eye
s
an
d
ear
s
onl
y
fo
r
he
r
an
d
i
t
made he
r
fee
l
s
o
goo
d
inside
.

Afte
r
th
e
thir
d
cocktail
,
sh
e
though
t
sh
e
wa
s
goin
g
to chok
e
wit
h
laughte
r
a
s
sh
e
pondere
d
wha
t
drin
k
they coul
d
experimen
t
wit
h
next
.
H
e
wa
s
a
ver
y
funn
y
gu
y
and
hi
s
han
d
wa
s
restin
g
o
n
he
r
wais
t
no
w
.
Sh
e
shoul
d
ask hi
m
t
o
mov
e
i
t
bu
t
the
y
wer
e
practicall
y
bes
t
friend
s
by thi
s
stage
.
Surel
y
puttin
g
hi
s
han
d
o
n
he
r
wais
t
wasn
’
t
a
crime
!

“Polly!
”
T
es
s
hisse
d
fro
m
behin
d
he
r
sister
’
s
shoulder moment
s
late
r
.
“Poll
y
,
ca
n
yo
u
com
e
wit
h
m
e
fo
r
a
second?”
Poll
y
ignore
d
T
ess
.
Followin
g
th
e
cocktails
,
sh
e
wa
s
on he
r
firs
t
vodk
a
sho
t
wit
h
Sta
g
(sh
e
stil
l
didn
’
t
kno
w
his
rea
l
nam
e
bu
t
sh
e
love
d
ho
w
h
e
smile
d
whe
n
sh
e
called
hi
m
Stag)
.
H
e
ha
d
a
n
amazin
g
smile
.
Jus
t
–
jus
t
perfec
t
–
an
d
h
e
smile
d
a
lot
.
Nex
t
sho
t
dow
n
th
e
hatch
?
Don
’
t
min
d
i
f
I
do
!
The
y
wer
e
havin
g
a
grea
t
laugh
!
A
great laug
h
altogether
!
Sta
g
ha
d
jus
t
tol
d
he
r
a
hilariou
s
story
about
.
.
.
about
.
.
.
well,
she
had
no
idea
what
they
were
talkin
g
abou
t
bu
t
i
t
wa
s
ver
y
funn
y
.
Somethin
g
abou
t
a
goa
t
an
d
a
shee
p
an
d
.
.
.
no
,
sh
e
ha
d
n
o
idea
.
Hilarious
though
.

“
Polly!
”

T
es
s
dragge
d
he
r
siste
r
awa
y
fro
m
Sta
g
b
y
th
e
ar
m
and whispere
d
i
n
he
r
ea
r
.
“Com
e
bac
k
an
d
si
t
wit
h
us
!
Come on
.
Righ
t
now
!
Y
ou’r
e
makin
g
a
sho
w
o
f
yoursel
f
with tha
t
bo
y
.
”