She came through the door the moment my beer arrived. Fortyish, salon-blonde, spray tan, fake boobs and real diamonds. Anywhere else it would be a bimbo alert, but in Florida it was just protective coloration.
So much for the bimbo alert; if she read books like that, then there was a light on upstairs, above the splendid front porch.
If I was in deep shit with Lilian before, I was snorkeling at the waste treatment plant now.
