By M. Leighton
Copyright © 2011 by M. Leighton
Photo by Simon Howden/freedigitalphotos.net
“Tonight I’m not Lisa. I’m Tony,” the girl said.
Her suggestive tone was met with a throaty chuckle. Though she wore a thin, fake goatee, there was no mistaking the feminine beauty of her face. Lisa, as she’d called herself, had big brown eyes and short black hair. The pixie cut was disheveled as if she’d recently run her fingers through it. Thick grass framed her head in a spiky halo and the top two buttons of her dress shirt were undone. A dark blue tie hung loosely around her neck, lying off to one side.