Through the Curls of Steam

He placed the notes on the side table and met her eyes in the dim light.  "US dollars okay?"  She walked over, counted out a few bills and handed the rest back to him.  He closed her fingers around them.  "I'd like to take you out." Oh no, she sighed.  "You seem like a sweet kid.  Why don't you go …

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