Ladies Of Joy
October, 1977
She is discreet. On this balmy evening in Las Vegas, she wears a simple, but quite expensive, white dress with a minimal sliver of cleavage showing. You might take her for a vacationing secretary from someplace like Atlanta. If you met her, you might at first believe that butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. You would be wrong.We have just met and are talking at a secluded back table in the Oriental restaurant of a hotel on the Strip. Her accent is Deep South, the delivery deadpan and backed by a...
