It was late, a little after 2AM.
Suddenly, my phone erupted in a series of short, staccato bursts of vibrations.
Txt messages from...Sex Bomb?! Wow.
My crazy one-night-stand with an old and dear friend over the summer. The messages were self-explanatory.
"Just left the Viper Room. Someone gave me a line. I am exhausted. But awake. You got a line? Wanna do one and chat for an hour? Put a cap on it! I'll bring some wine?"
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