Publisher's Synopsis
Twinkles danced in the emerald of the wench's eyes, as they smiled at Bogart. He thought they were beautiful. Wondering if her heart and soul were nearly as pretty as such were, he heard her say, "We just got through helping some big shots have a great time and now we're on our own time. If ya feel like it, you can sashay up to our apartment with us and explore the possibilities of having a good ol' time together. We're party princesses." Bogart shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. I'd love to. What your name?" The wench smiled and chirped, "My friends call me Vera. This lovely creature is Sammy." She, of course, had referred to the nymph sitting in the driver's seat. Suddenly, an eerie feeling began stampeding through Bogart, as a rush of tingles. Alarm then told him that trouble was preparing to pounce from behind. Being as quick as a cat, he reached into his coat for his assault pistol, while wheeling a quarter of the way about in time to behold the merry couple producing assassin pistols. Behind him, Vera asked, "What's going on?" Hoping she and Sammy had nothing to do with the would-be assassins, he began shooting
