Page 61 of Last Girl Standing


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up his boxers and pants.

“You were pretty wet,” he said.

“I told you not to come.”

“I couldn’t help myself. You got me going so hard.”

“Somethin’s wrong. My head is so fuzzy.”

“The booze.”

“No, it’s . . . I think I’ve been . . . roofied.”

He laughed in disbelief. “Roofied? Bullshit. You’d be unconscious.”

“Not necessarily . . .”

“Come on. Let’s go to Danny O’s.”

“Don’t think I can.”

“You serious? You think your drink was spiked?” He moved his head back and forth. “I feel a little drunk myself. Maybe . . . huh . . .”

It was so difficult to converse, to think, to do anything. Her skirt was still in the footwell, where Penske had thrown it. She knew enough to feel embarrassed. “My clothes . . .”

“Lemme help you.”

He picked up her underwear and handed it to her. With an effort, she got into a sitting position and slowly pulled the panties on.

“Sumpin’s really wrong. I think . . . I need to go to Emergency. . .”

“Here.” He handed her the wrinkled skirt. “I’ll drive you.”

“Wha? Wha? You can’t drive! We need . . . Uber . . . or sumpin.”

“You got a gun in this car?”

“Uh . . . um . . . what?”

Penske was out of the back seat and climbing into the driver’s seat, punching the button for the glove box. “You do!” he said, pulling out her service revolver.

“Stop!” She sat up bolt upright.

“Want me to go kill him? The bartender? I think he fucked with us.”

“No! Whad’s wrong wit you?” She yanked on her skirt, struggling to get it on.

When she was dressed, she climbed out of the car, staggered a bit, knocked on the driver’s door, but when Penske seemed enamored of her gun, she lurched around to the passenger side, yanked the door open. Distantly she heard people coming out of Lundeen’s, and she dropped into the seat and slammed the door shut.

“Gimme that,” she said, putting a hand out for her Glock.

“Is it loaded?”

“Yes.”

“Wow. You really carry a gun.” He handed it back to her, almost reluctantly. The glove box was open, and he glanced inside. “Is that your journal?”

Bailey took the gun back. “Yep.” She put the gun in the box and snapped it closed.

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