Rita would do anything for kicks…like pick-up a stranger just to ruin his life
When Rita, the skimpily-wrapped, red-headed little package of sex and diamonds came into the casino, all heads turned. She came down Jeff’s aisle with the easy-swinging strut of a thoroughbred filly. She stopped beside him with a smile and as old as original sin and offered to touch him for luck…
Rita liked me, money and excitement. Jeff liked fast-action. When they met at the roulette able, it was lust at first sight. They both knew the game was crooked, but it was the only game in town.
Stuart Friedman /
Crime Fiction
