She’s middle-aged and smokin’ hot. A diner waitress in a low-cut dress. Of course, she’s a succubus. That helps.
“Sam, you devil!” she smiles. “The usual?”
“Coffee. No designer java jive, Toots!” I wink.
How am I going to protect her from an underworld boss with a vendetta?
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