Drop Dead

Drop DeadThe Turk felt good.He stretched, catlike, on the mattress and took a big pull at the cigarette and watched the smoke eddy up to the one bright light on the ceiling.Inside his hard, flat stomach was the greatest meal The Turk had ever known.Everything he liked, starting with a big blast of rye and 7-Up, highlighted by a fat steak up to there with onions and mushrooms, topped off by a whole apple pie and three plates of butter pecan ice cream.If they could see me now, The Turk thought. Th...