Ned tried to introduce them, but he forgot their names, all except for Priscilla. They’d been shacking up together. Leslie grinned. Priscilla was the target. He’d get that little asshole—he’d take his woman for the night. She was nice, too, a little old, maybe, but a nice bod.

Priscilla grinned up at him, a little drunk, but not too bad. “Hey, Les. Good to see ya. Gee, they didn’t keep you long, eh?”

“Nah. They ain’t really got nothin’ on me.”

“Sheee-it,” Ned said. “That’s not what I heard.”

“Yeah?” Les had to keep cool. “Just what did you hear?”

“Be cool, guys. It ain’t no big deal. Leslie. Play some Stones on the jukebox.”

“Okay. Come pick ’em out.”

As they stood up together, the flush in Ned’s face got deeper. The other two girls watched silently, with quick glances at each other.

Leslie followed Priscilla’s skintight purple jeans as they wiggled themselves between tables and chairs to the jukebox in the front corner. She stopped, drumming her fingers on the glass as she looked at the selections. Leslie stood just behind her, close enough to feel her body heat, but not close enough to touch. They both felt the heat.

“A-thirteen,” she said.

He reached around her, brushing the side of her breast with his forearm as he punched the buttons. He withdrew his arm slowly.

“B-six.”

Again his arm snaked around her, his lips so close to the little hairs on the nape of her neck that they moved with each breath. This time the pressure on her breast was more pronounced. She seemed to move into it.

“C-eight.”

His arm went wide to the right, so he pushed up against her as he moved closer to reach. He felt her giggle. It turned him on.

“Hey,” he whispered into her ear. “Let’s split.”

She turned around in one fluid motion, so their bodies, and their faces, were almost touching. Not quite.

“What about Ned?”

“What about Ned?”

“I can’t just leave him.”

“I can.”

She giggled again, her cute little nose wrinkling up. She had a twinkle in her eye. A real tease. “C’mon. Get your purse.”

“Okay. Be right back.” She touched his cheek with her finger, then slid out from between him and the music box. He watched her ass sashay all the way across the room. She picked up her purse and waved a dainty good-night to Ned and the girls, then wiggled her way back to him. Leslie saw Ned stand up, his face red with fury. Priscilla didn’t turn back. He put his hand on the small of her back and guided her to the door. He took one quick glance back to Ned, still glaring, and gave him the finger. Then he pushed the door open, into the cooler air, took a deep breath and realized he had a real handful of woman. It felt great.