by
Tom Wolfe
Just then the waitress returned. "Have you had a chance to decide?"
She was a perfect confection, too. Young, blond, curly-haired, brilliant blue eyes, the perfect aspiring-actress type, with dimples and a smile that said: "Well! I can see that you two have decided something!" Or did it say, "I'm young, pretty, and charming, and I expect a big tip when you pay your big bill"? Kramer looked into her twinkling face, and then he looked into Miss Shelly Thomas's. He was consumed by feelings of lust and poverty.