Chapter 1309

• Leg Man -
• I nodded at the bartender, Matt, and he grinned back at me. Rap music thundered out of the overhanging speakers, shaking the walls of the strip club, egging on a silicon- titted blonde gyrating against the centre stage silver pole. The place was packed for noontime, and the hungry crowd greedily shovelled the three dollar lunch into their faces, as they ogled the balloon-breasted blonde. She held no interest for me, however, not with her chicken legs.
• I quickly threaded my way through the cheering and chewing mob, walked down a hall that led to the washrooms, on past the washrooms, and up to a guy leaning against the wall. His thick arms were crossed, and a toothpick balanced precariously between his thick lips. ‘Hey, Adam,’ I said, my voice breaking.