" Do you ever wear leather?" the guy asks." What?" " Leather. Do you like leather?" " It doesn't exactly wipe me out." " I like to see boys in leather." I look at him cool. " Okay," I say, " what is it you want and how much are you willing to pay for it?" " I've got a leather jacket upstairs...Would you put it on?" " Just put it on?" " I'll go and get it." He leaves the horror hole and returns a few minutes later holding a leather flying jacket with a lambswool collar. There are tears in the jacket's sleeves, and the lambswool is yellow with age. John Wayne could've worn it in one of those crappy war films he made. " Put it on," the guy says.I give him a spiky smile and put on the jacket. " Okay, where's the plane, and what time's take-off?" " Drop your jeans and turn around. "