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Show 54, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] "Up in Miami, flushing a couple of wild pigs out of--very well, I'm tired, help me with the luggage and let's hit the hay." Her metal Halliburton luggage. And Diamond in the light. If she looked just a bit sluggish, sexually out-of- synch, well that was all right. And if she was starting to run a bit to fat, he could at least admire the tailored, slimming effect of her clothes. "Dorian Clayton would you, uh, turn your back or something while I. . .slip into something more comfortable?" "I'm gonna take a quick shower." "That's nice." He could hear her getting into the ice and the gin. He'd towelled off and stretched out on his bed, and dozed for what must have just been a moment and he woke to see that she'd gone across the room to fiddle with the radio. "That the current vogue in something more comfortable?" She was looking pleased with herself in cat pajamas. With even the feet, the buttons. It was cute how she'd left the flap open. She turned a cat ear toward him and gave him a very big American-girl smile. "I guess I forgot to. . . "The cat-suit was to please Mother. She knew, 'Diamond I guess we can't stop-you're a big girl now but where |
