Mi Amor
“I’ve seen plenty of big rods.”
“He does a strip tease,” Jean-Jacques said. “Very sexy.”
“And does he have a big rod?”
Jean-Jacques said, “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow night to find out,” but from his smirk, I figured I already knew the answer.
It was a gorgeous spring day, with a cool breeze and a cloudless light blue sky. We walked up to Lincoln Road, trying to nose out any information on Vlad. A busboy at the World Resource Café told us he’d heard Vlad had left by speedboat late at night for Cuba. A sales clerk at the Apple store said Vlad hadn’t left town at all, but was in hiding in Little Havana. And a beauty consultant at Kiehl’s said Vlad had stocked up on body lotion and bath