Tony is really cool: dark haired, athletic, dark skinned, with regular features and those ice blue eyes that literally paralyse you. Mina and Melissa looked at each other and giggled when he arrived. There's something going on. This Piňa Colada is certainly strong. My head is spinning. Yet I haven't drunk much. A Paradise and half a Piňa Colada. Well, perhaps it's just that I haven't eaten anything.
Oh I would love to screw Tony. After all I can't really see him with Greta. He's much more attractive than she is, for a start. At one time Greta was a really attractive girl, but now she's put on a bit of weight. Since she started going out with Tony, to be precise. She's let herself go, no doubt about it. No, I'm nasty. The truth is that Greta has always had a tendency to put on weight. She should definitely be more careful. I would be on a permanent diet, if I had such a cool boyfriend. He's no angel, I bet. Who knows how often he's two-timed her in five years. Perhaps if I let him know I'm interested...
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LAST CUBA LIBRE
General FictionIf you're looking for a gripping read, look no further than "Last Cuba Libre". Meet Jessica, who's a bit of a slag. Claudio, who rocks designer threads and snorts lots of cocaine. Then there's Tony, cruising in his Porsche, leaving a trail of broken...
