C.J. showed me the bus they had for the party, which was like Studio 54 on wheels. I asked how much they paid to have it there and found out a friend let them borrow it. The owner of the bus walked in, turned up the music, and made it hard to hear what C.J. was telling me.
C.J. offered me a drink from the cooler, but I declined. When he went to talk to a friend out front, I walked back into the bar. When I saw him next, he was on a couch with three women and photos were being taken. I said to someone nearby, “It’s like being at a Hugh Hefner party.” The guy said, “Uh…these girls are cute, but not Bunny material.”
I went to the bar for another drink, and the two guys were still debating whether or not prostitution should be made legal. As I was handed my glass, I heard one say, “The woman in the book has a quarter-million dollars in a safe deposit box.”
I said, “Thanks a lot! You ruined the ending for me.”