Chapter 611 White Slut's Club: Ep24
- My thigh highs were beige and I couldn't get past the feeling that the colour of nylon somehow was significant, although the thought didn't make any logical sense.
- Samantha called a taxi and fifteen minutes later, another glass of wine downed, we were heading to The Pit.
- Once there, I said, having been there a couple times, years ago, "This used to be Cohen's Pub."