TRUE MEMOIRS OF A LIBERTINE – TATUM

I flashed my membership card to the door girl, dropped a tip into her jar, and entered. I was immediately greeted by a waitress who introduced herself as Stephanie. She sat me at a table, mid main floor. I ordered a Caesar Salad with grilled chicken and a Voss.

An old friend named Tatum sashayed sexily towards me, wearing a warm smile. Tatum was medium height with a curvaceous, slim build. Her shoulder-length jet-black hair was accented with a pair of full cherry lips and silvery blue eyes. “Where have you been, stranger?”

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