The cold mist was quickly turning to a hard rain, causing Sandra to pull her fur around her shoulders tighter. As she walked the uptown sidewalk she had walked so many times before, and under far different circumstances, her troubled mind began to wander… Birmingham, 1961 He always hit her in the same place, hard to see but easy to put her Merle Norman over in a pinch. When he was done, he lit up a Marlboro next to her Virginia Slims and the cheap motel room began to fill with an acrid smoke. Her eyes began to water, but … Continue reading Alabama Madam, Chapter One