September 28, 2014 Nineteen Moving away from the cab towards the kerb, now. Laughing. The cab driver's watching her bottom, which I would do if I was a cab driver. She'd watched the back of his neck, he was watching her bottom. A fair exchange. Well not quite fair, perhaps, but no one ever said it was a perfect world. All Excerpts From Laurie, Hugh. “The Gun Seller.” Soho Press, 2009-09-01. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.
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