Lawd, lawd, lawd, whooo that girl was fine I’d a paid fifty-five cents just to smell it. She walked in like she owned the joint Making every man stand a little taller and their pants get just a little tighter. She did that to men and some women. I stood there gap jawed, with my mouth running slobber like bobby-q had just been served. The way her hips swayed to their own music gave me erotic visions and swollen thoughts that made my balls ache for deep relief and I ain’t talkin’ about Ben-Gay. When she glided up to me in an oiled glide my fifty cents burnt the palm of my hand. She motioned with her eyes toward the door and I followed her like a float in a parade, looking at the rise and fall of each cheek. Lawd! What was I going to do? When she eased up on to the bar stool my eyes bugged as her legs slowly spread. She waited with inviting eyes daring me, cajoling me, pulling me forward until I smelled the woman deep inside. I paid my fifty-cents, kissed her smack between her legs and went back to drink a cold beer. It was definitely Miller Time.