Adult Blogs: BUS STOP WHORES next time I saw Lara I asked her how she liked the bud, and she replied, "I liked it very much."
She was in the kitchen preparing dinner. I picked up a magic marker lying by the telephone and said, "Here, give me your hand." She gave me a curious look, but held her hand out to me. "Here's my pager number," I said, writing it on her palm. "If you'd like some more bud, just let me know."
She looked at her palm, smiled, and said, "Cool." And she was cool, cool as a cucumber, 'cause she turned around and began stirring something in a crock-pot, like I wasn't even there.