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28. Otto's Ice House
The patrons all touch the waitress.
They touch her waist just below the black halter top and just above her short, black shorts. She puts her arm on their shoulders and presses her body up close. Her red lips speak into the ears of her customers -- the same red lips that left their mark on the cigarette when I sat down. When she bends over to pull a beer from the cooler of ice, the men look at each other and smile. |