I wander around Labyrinth without managing to find my friends. I would like to text Tony, but there's no signal. Suddenly I see a blonde in a suit who was at Miami earlier. She's taken off her blouse and she's wearing the jacket without anything under it and she looks fairly accessible.
I walk over and ask her, "Where are we?"
"I haven't the faintest idea," she answers vaguely and asks me, "What's your name?"
And I answer, "What does it matter?"
"Touché"
There is a pause and then I say, "I want you."
She looks me over and her gaze lingers on my moccasins, then she asks, "What kind of car have you got?"
"Maserati."
"Model?"
"Spider Blue Anniversary."
"Don't say!"
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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...
