Body scent.
It's hell hot on the Gulf Coast, and I'm sitting here in a wife beater, and tiny shorts. I'm sweating like a slave at a clan rally, and I smell something. Not funky, just sour.(searching frantically for the smell) I locate it. It's my damn cleavage! I'm wondering about what has me smelling like spoiled baby milk, and I realize that it was probably the combination of crab, butter and white wine.
I need a shower.
It needs to get cooler.
Sigh.

I'm out
Jinger.

Here's the cover to my book, out Tuesday, August 14th, at Loose Id.
Happy Birthday Barry!!!

Ciao,
Jinger