“Look at her eyes,” one man whispered. “My God, she has something of a nocturnal look about her, almost as if she were created from the night. I’ve never seen anything so wild and beautiful.”
“You know who she reminds me of?” the other man asked.
“Who?”
“You know the gal that does that act in the Rock Candy Club? You know the one. They bill the act as Sugar and Spice. This thing reminds me of Spice.”
“Good grief, Cal, get a grip. This thing, whatever it is, means business. Spice is nothing more than a beautiful little she-devil that can chew me up any day, or night.”
“I agree, but wouldn’t it be interesting if this was one of those situations where life imitates art?”