trans=demic

asshole white guy lawyers. But go ahead, blame la Chinita.”
“It doesn’t matter where a virus started, worry about where it’s going.”
“It’s going strong in New York.”
“Here too; we picked up an old dude at a nursing home in East Hollywood today. He was breathless but
still talking to me, but by the time we got to Good Samaritan, twenty minutes later, he was dead. Gave
him oxygen, some epinephrine, nothing helped, he was gone.”
“We live in interesting times, to quote a Chinese proverb.”
Sam gave Jules what she hoped was an inviting gaze. He returned it and clasped her hand.
“So what are we going to do?”
“Dance, before we die.”
He guided her to the dance floor, where a gay couple were dancing languidly to some dated disco.
She’d taught herself the girl’s steps in Salsa from YouTube and danced some basic. The DJ noticed and
upped the tempo of his tunes. Jules danced salsa like expert, and he spun and twirled her until she was
dizzy and sweaty.
“Let’s stop before my makeup melts.”
“Right, Fukushima lady, don’t meltdown on the dance floor”
“Let’s meltdown in my bedroom. I live nearby.”
“I’d love to see your place and discover all of your secrets.”
“No secrets, no limits, I’m yours until morning.”
Jules gestured to Antoine, he cashed out the tab, they whooshed down the elevator. Jules wrapped her
in his arms, squeezed her butt, lifted her from my feet, and kissed her deeply.
“You’re like a flower in a porcelain vase, fragrant but firm.”
“You’re like an action movie super hero. I can’t wait to see how hard you can make my mattress
bounce.”
“Can’t wait to show you. I like rough sex, OK with you?”
“As long as I’m receiving, it’s my specialty.”

He clapped her ass cheeks so hard the elevator rocked. She was still squealing when the elevator doors
opened and a crowd of last call drunks heard the last peals of her cries. They laughed and hi fived them.
“Have fun kids.”
“Thanks, we definitely will.”
Jules had a handicap pass so he’d parked nearby.
“I collect these, it’s yours if you want one.”
“Don’t have a car.”
“No car in LA, impossible.”
“I got a couple of DUI’s; it was either give up driving or drinking; that’s a no brainer.”
He parked in her empty parking place and they ascended to her upper floor condo. He looked out her
window at the rooftop bar they’d just left.