I like Suzy LeBlanc alright. Almost as much as I like burnt toast. Oh, I’ll eat a piece when I’m hungry enough— if that’s all I can get on my plate. She seems to be sitting on my plate now. Of course, I’m acutely aware that the five bourbons are helping my hunger.
She shifts her ample rear and slides toward me in the booth. Her skirt makes an intriguing sound as she moves like a heavy tigress on the vinyl seat. She blows cigarette smoke at me. I drink it in, along with her cheap perfume. Our knees touch under the table and she laughs at me. I loosen my necktie and laugh back. I guess I’m hungry after all.