“To make matters worse, when the hootch

“To make matters worse, when the hootchy had sat down next to him, the bartender — in competition for his lust — had undone the bottom of her sweater an extra notch, seemingly inviting his eyes into her physically impressive valley. So now he sat here feeling like a twisted, taunt rope between two pit-bull bitches in a tug of war. He downed the last eighth of his tap beer.” — Excerpt from Chapter 6 of 2018: An Uncivil War. http://ow.ly/i/454dF

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