Stray Cat Struts His Stuff
“Lookin’ good, baby,” said the hunk, but not to me.
I hadn’t visited Las Vegas since the 80s. Back then, Duran Duran was hungry like the wolf and this pool-side stud guzzled his bottles as fast as I could hand them to him.
A lot changes in 18 years.
“Baby, c’mere and meet my aunt. She changed my diapers.”
Meet my nephew, the Wolf. And that was supposed to be my line, but somehow it didn’t sound as funny as it did when I said it. (Read the rest of “Stray Cat Struts His Stuff”)

