Total Liberation

         So I’m sittin at the bar with this beer and a cigarette, right? Up pulls this broad beside me who dumps her keys down beside the ashtray, looks me dead in the eye and says, “You know what?” I ask her, “What’s the deal?” She breaks it down then.
         “You seem interesting to me right now.”
         “Yeah?” I ask, waiting for her point or proposition or whatever.
         “Maybe I won’t after we’re done talking but…” her voice trails off as she glances over her shoulder. I take another drag on my smoke. This was something else, man!
         “I got a nice crib, man, whoever you are. Three cars too. You might like ‘em!”
         “Oh really?” I ask her keeping a straight face. She smiles briefly and motions for the bartender. He comes over right away tossing a towel over his shoulder.
         “What can I get for ya?”
         “Gin. No, no… uh…” she begins, looking at her watch. “Make it a Bloody Mary!”
         “You got it,” he replies with a knowing grin. The stranger then turns to me again and shrugs. I smile, signaling for her to continue.
         “As I was saying, I gotta lotta shit, man.”
         “Yeah?”
         “Yeah.”
         “Cool!” I respond with a nervous laugh. Then she just breaks it down.
         “Man, I want access to yo skinny ass! Yo mind AND body, aight? In exchange fa access to all this crap I got!”