Legendary Gigolo

Written By: Jeff Dingle


Memoirs of Jeff Dingle: Legendary Gigolo

   It was a cold night in November, but the night was hot. I could feel a cold bead of sweat work its way from my neck down to the source of my means. It was different this time, almost like she was a stranger...but one that knew me better than I knew myself.
      I almost didn't charge this time, (I tell myself afterward) that it meant as much to me as it did to her. I never was a very good liar. I pull a crumpled Robust from my jacket pocket and secure it between my lips. The flavor of the dry tobacco brings me back to that fateful day when I was just a 5 year old girl...