The Lonesome Buffalo (part 3)
She answered. That sweet Georgia peach from the Holiday Inn in Columbus answered the phone. How did she know it was me? She talked in that smooth voice, relaxed and inviting. I listened and could almost taste the smell of her perfume, far more powerful than the pine-sol and floor wax I was actually smelling. She said, "DO NOT say a word about the company or where we are staying and I will come get you." The jailer carried me to Lock-Up and I was still feeling warm and comfy. That changed...
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