Chapter One: Dirk or Derrick or Dick
My mother is sick at home, and I am downtown, full of beer, kissing a long-haired man in the pizza place next door to Ruby's Room.
His name is Dirk or Derrick or Dick. I make a mental note to find out which one before I let his hand into my skirt.
I met him at the bar next door less than an hour ago.
His hands are huge, one of them making its way to my blouse's top button.
It's early May, and even at this late hour the Southern California heat is something to talk about.
"It's hot," he'd said at the bar, fanning himself with one of those hands.
I watched the...