A man was leaning over her breasts like he owned them. That look that said more than any words, that he'd wondered if he'd ever see me again. I didn't know what, but something wasn't right. He whispered, The angle's wrong.
Well, that's one way of putting it. Another one had an irate husband go after him with a knife, because he was jealous that his wife was a member of the dancer's fan club. He licked his lips and stared at me, pale and frightened. Jean-Claude shook his head.
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