Jude’s glance kept returning to the girl in the middle booth, Becka. She was nice-looking, no doubt about that. Not the sexpot type, not someone who’d cause traffic accidents by walking down the street, but there was something about her that set Becka apart.“You know her?” Jude asked Billy.Billy looked up, eyed Becka appraisingly. “Not bad. I’d tap that. She’s what we call new talent around here. You like her?”“Just asking,” Jude said.Billy nodded. “I got a girlfriend at home, man. Four weeks now. I’m faithful, not a player. I come here, do my job, keep my head down, smoke a little weed, and try not to stand around panting like a dog after all these babes in string bikinis that are just ridonkulous. I try, I really try. But some days it’s hard.” He made an obscene gesture. “You know what I’m saying?”Jude knew what Billy was saying. He would have to be as dumb as a garbage truck to not know what Billy was saying; so he made the required response, laughed knowingly.
