She unhooked her bra and turned to the window. Across the street, the red neon lights on the strip club marquee flashed: "Pussy Galore! Girls, Girls, Girls!" Her breasts glowed in the rosy light. A sailor exiting the club glimpsed her in the window above for just a moment before she stepped backward into the dark shadows of her room. He would think of her often in the months that followed. He thought she was all that was missing in his life. He knew he would never find her again.
Jackie Doyle
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