 She was working in a topless place and I stopped in for a beer. I just kept looking at the side of her face and the spotlight so clear. Later on when the crowd turned out, I was just about to do the same. She was standing there in the back of my chair. I said, Timmy, don't I know your name? I murdered something underneath my breast. She studied the lines on my face. I must admit, it felt a little uneasy when she bent down to tie the laces of my shoes.