PETER WAS HUNG, AND YOUNG…AND BLACK. WHAT HE NEEDED WAS SOME WHITE STUFF.
…he walked into the stiff dark shade-drawn rooms where Twila Watts pretended not to be a whore. She got around it by putting a cute little open-mouthed china cat on top of her dresser. At the cat's feet was a neatly lettered card. "Coffee Kitty." Everyone knew Twila's coffee was ten dollars a cup…