Al Monte, as he was well aware, was no kid any longer. And that was probably what Cheri was used to, pretty much: kids. She appeared to be barely into her twenties, and Al suspected that the usual date she might acquire might take her to, what? The drag races? The movies? And then they would try to cop a feel of Cheri's t**s, or a screw in the backseat of their car while parked on some lonely side street of Portland. Hell, maybe she would be amenable to giving Al a chance, at least he wouldn't be trying to finger her in the movies, for God's sake!. As far as money, Al could buy her anything, anything, even though she probably didn't realize it. A Lamborghini for Christmas? No problem. A diamond necklace with a stone like a pigeon's egg? Well, maybe a little more difficult, but can do ... B
