and latitude coordinates. It was always a hit when it was given as a gift. They walked Paul's father over to Danford's Hotel on Broadway and then walked back up Main Street so Rachelle could close up.
Paul pulled Rachelle to his body as he spoke. “After you close up come on upstairs. Spend the night with me.”
She put her finger on his mouth and said, “Only if you walk Wes and Craven tonight and let them stay in the apartment,” and kissed him before walking in the back door of Z Pita.
The detective smiled as he walked through Trader's Cove parking lot up to Prospect Street to Rachelle's and Madison's home to walk the dogs. Paul grew to love the King Charles Cavalier dogs. They were originally given to him and Bud from Lindsey Wilkerson, the young girl who was the center of the Face of Fear investigation with Deborah and Rachelle. Both Bud and Paul thought Rachelle should have the dogs for company and some security while Madison was in jail. Paul smiled as he thought about the day Rachelle surprised him by naming the dogs Wes and Craven. She knew how much he admired the director, and he thought it was how she was expressing that she wanted to start a life with him. Whenever locals asked their names, it always brought a smile to their faces when he told them. Wes was the happy-go-lucky dog who would lick a burglar to death, and Craven would bark at anyone who got too close to Rachelle unless he knew them. Rachelle spoiled them by allowing them to sleep in her bed, which made it a problem when intimacy was desired between her and Paul.
Paul finished walking them and brought them back to his apartment, saying, “Mommy will be back soon.” When he reached the top of the stairs to his apartment above Z Pita he sent Rachelle a text that he had walked the dogs and asking her to please stay for the night with the dogs. He turned on the TV and saw his favorite; Monica Crowley was substituting for Sean Hannity tonight. “Let them have it,” Paul said to the conservative warrior princess.
The Pajama Club in Huntington had been busy since they opened it the previous year. What made this club different was that the doors opened at 10:00 pm and once you were in, there was no leaving until 8:00 am. You were not allowed to come in with regular street clothes, only loungewear and pajamas with an overnight bag. A $100 cover charge to get in, plus the cost of drinks, and you got the overnight party of your life for Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. A private room and shower were yours for an additional $500. The club was closed Sundays once the Saturday overnight party was over at 8:00 am and did not open again until Tuesday for the regular music scene from 8:00 pm to 4:00 am. On Tuesday and Wednesday nights the club was known as Decades. A decade of music was selected and the clientele would get in free if they dressed appropriately. Last Tuesday was the '70s decade, which continues to be the most popular among the crowd during the week.
The twenty-five-thousand-square-foot club was once a movie theater, and the investors had done a magnificent job with total reconstruction of the inside. The music tonight was current, for it was Friday night. There always seemed to be many more young women on the dance floor than men. While many women danced with the opposite sex, there were even more women dancing with other young ladies. The music never stopped as the DJ was masterful in syncing up one song after another while talking and rapping to the crowd.
A figure standing up against the railing had his eye on a young woman by the name of Michelle Cartwright, who was moving her slim body on the dance floor. The way she shook and touched her body and hair while moving her legs was giving him great pleasure. As the song “A New Life” by Mystic Strangers came on, his heart pounded with excitement as he watched her slim body move as if she had no bones. Her eyes closed yet her body language was that she wanted to do this with her
Paul pulled Rachelle to his body as he spoke. “After you close up come on upstairs. Spend the night with me.”
She put her finger on his mouth and said, “Only if you walk Wes and Craven tonight and let them stay in the apartment,” and kissed him before walking in the back door of Z Pita.
The detective smiled as he walked through Trader's Cove parking lot up to Prospect Street to Rachelle's and Madison's home to walk the dogs. Paul grew to love the King Charles Cavalier dogs. They were originally given to him and Bud from Lindsey Wilkerson, the young girl who was the center of the Face of Fear investigation with Deborah and Rachelle. Both Bud and Paul thought Rachelle should have the dogs for company and some security while Madison was in jail. Paul smiled as he thought about the day Rachelle surprised him by naming the dogs Wes and Craven. She knew how much he admired the director, and he thought it was how she was expressing that she wanted to start a life with him. Whenever locals asked their names, it always brought a smile to their faces when he told them. Wes was the happy-go-lucky dog who would lick a burglar to death, and Craven would bark at anyone who got too close to Rachelle unless he knew them. Rachelle spoiled them by allowing them to sleep in her bed, which made it a problem when intimacy was desired between her and Paul.
Paul finished walking them and brought them back to his apartment, saying, “Mommy will be back soon.” When he reached the top of the stairs to his apartment above Z Pita he sent Rachelle a text that he had walked the dogs and asking her to please stay for the night with the dogs. He turned on the TV and saw his favorite; Monica Crowley was substituting for Sean Hannity tonight. “Let them have it,” Paul said to the conservative warrior princess.
The Pajama Club in Huntington had been busy since they opened it the previous year. What made this club different was that the doors opened at 10:00 pm and once you were in, there was no leaving until 8:00 am. You were not allowed to come in with regular street clothes, only loungewear and pajamas with an overnight bag. A $100 cover charge to get in, plus the cost of drinks, and you got the overnight party of your life for Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. A private room and shower were yours for an additional $500. The club was closed Sundays once the Saturday overnight party was over at 8:00 am and did not open again until Tuesday for the regular music scene from 8:00 pm to 4:00 am. On Tuesday and Wednesday nights the club was known as Decades. A decade of music was selected and the clientele would get in free if they dressed appropriately. Last Tuesday was the '70s decade, which continues to be the most popular among the crowd during the week.
The twenty-five-thousand-square-foot club was once a movie theater, and the investors had done a magnificent job with total reconstruction of the inside. The music tonight was current, for it was Friday night. There always seemed to be many more young women on the dance floor than men. While many women danced with the opposite sex, there were even more women dancing with other young ladies. The music never stopped as the DJ was masterful in syncing up one song after another while talking and rapping to the crowd.
A figure standing up against the railing had his eye on a young woman by the name of Michelle Cartwright, who was moving her slim body on the dance floor. The way she shook and touched her body and hair while moving her legs was giving him great pleasure. As the song “A New Life” by Mystic Strangers came on, his heart pounded with excitement as he watched her slim body move as if she had no bones. Her eyes closed yet her body language was that she wanted to do this with her
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