Bill Davis

It wasn't his usual services; hell, she was traveling alone and in trouble, and it didn't hurt business to put himself out a little. Dottie stopped him at the door. "Thank you ever so much… Mr…?" "Davis… Bill Davis…" he said, smiling. She arched her eyebrows at him and smiled, "C-Could we make a deal… on the car repairs…?" she asked. "I-I'm alone and…" Her invitation was instantly clear to him. He looked at her, admiring what he saw and said, "Lady… I really can't afford something like you… I'm just a plain old knucklebuster with a wife and four kids! Why don't you try some of the downtown cocktail lounges… the hunting's a lot better!" Turning away from him, unable, now, to look at him, she said, "Th-Thank you Mr. Davis… I'll pick up my car when you're finished." The mechanic left. He was elated. Damn! What a woman! It's too bad I'm such an old stick-in-the-mud married man! She'd really be something! Oh, well… I can dream! That evening, she dragged herself out, wearily, taxied downtown, found the most likely looking lounge and went in to sit alone… but only for a while ...»