Chapter One

I was out with a couple of buds celebrating my coming of age, and we ended up in a dive called Fat Bo's. We stumbled into the place a little after seven, laughing about I don't know what. The hoped-for big celebration didn't look promising.

I bet it hadn't changed much since the miners had been in town. Three walls were a peeling, faded red paint and one wall was brick. It was dimly lit with a few swinging overhead lights with red bulbs, and crooked sconces haphazardly lined the walls, many hanging by one screw. It was a neighborhood bar with older guys wearing Steelers caps and flannel shirts and drinking beer, and hardly a woman in sight. A few guys clacked balls around the handful of billiard tables scattered around the large room. The bar itself was long, the entire length of the back wall, and curled around to a dark corner where, sipping a beer, one larger-than-life woman-big blonde hair, big tits, big round ass on the stool-caught my eye.

We took in the scene for a few seconds before I turned to Rick Puccio, my ridiculously bulked up friend and fellow wrestler on the University of Scranton team. "What exactly is the attraction of this place?"

"It's still early, don't worry," Rick said. "Trust me, after the girls are out dancing with their guy friends who don't yet know they're gay at the Copper Penny, they'll come over here looking for action."

"University girls come in here?" I found it hard to believe. So many of the college girls, although not angels, were from stri