"Karen Robards - Maggie's Child" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robards Karen)held Maggy in thrall, and she managed a smile. "It's okay. I'm not
offended." "He looks like a thug. A divinely sexy thug. Just looking at him was enough to give me the shivers." Reassured, Buffy returned to the subject of Nick with a vengeance. She hitched herself up on the bar stool behind her, crossing her slim legs and leaning avidly toward Maggy. "So tell me all about him. Did he really grow up in the projects?" The words so did I sprang of their own volition to Maggy's lips, but fortunately a distraction kept them from ever being uttered. With a nervejangling crash of chords the band left the tiny stage, and an announcer jumped up to grab the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, or whatever y'all want to call yourselves, this here is amateur night at the Little Brown Cow. Any of you gals out there in the audience, this is your chance to strut your stuff and earn a little money at the same time. Our regulars know how this works. We get a bunch of gals to volunteer, and they get up here and start dancin'. You wanna strip, do a little bump and grind, that's fine, we don't object. Do we, boys?" A majority of the men in the place clapped and yahooed vociferous The announcer resumed. "Every few minutes, we'll eliminate a gal by having the audience clap for their favorites. Whichever gal's left shakin' it at the end wins two hundred dollars! Now how's that sound? Where's our volunteers?" Women were laughing and squealing as some headed for and others were pushed protesting toward the stage. Maggy, still feeling wildly disoriented, seized the opportunity with silent gratitude and glanced at Sarah. "I can't stand this. I've got to get out of here." "I'm with you," Sarah said with feeling, turning away from the spectacle to head for the door. "But what about your sexy friend? If we leave, we'll miss him," Buffy wailed as the other two started to wriggle their way through the crush of bodies swarming to surround the stage. Maggy heard, but pretended not to. Booming music as the dance contest started drowned out any other protest Buffy might have made as she |
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