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Show 44, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] bread for certain shops. Have to mail him one. The girls went out to a package store for gin and tonic, and it wasn't long before they got dinner out of him, at the Coral Grille. But he had impounded Pentacle back in behind the banana tree and the Spanish bayonets. "I'll stay with you tonight," the bread artist offered. The three of them in that box room. "It's been a while since I've had sex," she volunteered. "I mean once on the way down I was in the mood, but this guy in this tent camp was kind of weird." Through a crack in his bedroom door, he watched her sister quietly undressing, her bedroll on his sofa. Marital problems. He wasn't disinclined to invite her in, but when it was time to have sex he tightened up on that bird in the hand. Afterward she pushed off him a bit, gently, and said, "You know, uh, uh--" "Dory." "Yeah, Dory, you know I kind of worry about the, the plague thing. . ." "I've got to explain, uh, for me, down here, no TV or newspapers." "No not a plague plague, but, you know, like a pox on you?. . .and on both our houses?. . .VD?. . .?" she blushed. "Yeah, isn't that something, can you imagine the |
