she grinned mischievously. “For blowjobs.” Eva Bradley, a petite woman in her early forties with neatly bobbed black hair, wore her standard issue corporate attorney Ann Taylor black pantsuit and brightly colored scarf du jour. She’d taken a small box from her Coach purse, removed a brown bottle, and placed it in the middle of the coffee shop’s table with a dramatic, near jazz-hands-level flourish. The small glass bottle landed—thonk—in the middle of the monthly invitation, accidentally hitting a bullseye on the standard giant red letter “A” watermarked on the page. “But he knows where she’s goin’ as she’s leavin’ She’s headed for the cheatin’ side of town.“ -Lyin’ Eyes, The Eagles Monthly meeting of the Scarlet Letter Society. Zoomdweebies Café Friday, April 6, 2012 5:30 a.m. “The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread.” -The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne Lisa always printed out the invite, which featured the same book quote at the bottom and a different song lyric each month.
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