She’s middle-aged and smokin’ hot. A diner waitress succubus in a low-cut dress and saddle shoes.
“Sam, you Devil!” she smiles. “The usual?”
I tip the horns. “Coffee. No designer java jive, Toots!”
How am I going to protect her from an underworld boss’ vendetta?
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