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Katalina was the best hostess in town. She ran a saloon where men could fill their fancy of her and others like her, drink to their heart's content, and pass out later on. It was heaven, and when I was sometimes tuckered out from the day's events, I often times found myself here.
"Who's your friend?" she asked with that raised eyebrow of admiration at Sam. She passed him a drink. "On the house, handsome."
"Kat knows people," I told Sam. "She might be able to help find who you're looking for."
"Got a request, huh?" Her smile was a real turn-on. She had those lips that men wanted to touch, and be touched with. Her hair was a mass of curly blond ringlets pulled back to show off her rosy cheeks. When she turned to grab me a drink, I could only stare at her revealing top. "Don't I recognize you from somewhere?" she asked, peering over her shoulder at Sam. She filled a glass to the brim and brought it over, her gate adding a nice bounce to an overly ripened bosom.
"Well, he was with me at one point," I said.
"Helping a fugitive?" Kat leaned across the countertop. "Risky." She ran her tongue across the top of the glass before sliding it toward me. "I like."
Beside me, I could hear Sam chuckle. "I take it you two pay back favors in bed."
"That'd be a trick." Kat pulled back and made herself a drink. She gulped it down in one swallow. Impressive. "You couldn't catch Azri without his coat if life depended on it. He's stuck to it. Believe me," she winked, "I've tried."
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