Today I found a piece over at Four Right Wing Wackos entitled Sultry. Whoa. Read the whole thing, but here's a taste to whet your appetite:
From the opening notes, she stopped walking, and damn near slithered up to the microphone, as if every joint in her body had just been given about two or three new directions they could bend. She didn't take the microphone, she just touched it with her fingers and leaned into it, with this come-hither smile on her face that made every guy in the place damn near jump out of their suits.Go. Read.
That's good writing, Dave.
I'll be in my bunk.