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Show 58, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] She sat on the floor across from him, and drew one of her pretty feet across his chest. "Anyhow," she smiled, "such big eyes you have." You too doll. And such orthodontically correct- He went to work. He kissed her along a new sun line. He brushed his lower lip up the inside of her thigh. The old argument from the frat house raged in his ears, polemics so controversial that even the spit-in-the- ocean players had paused over their cards to listen: 'They're for fuckin'-not for eating!' "Dory am I. . .is it, uh, pretty down there?" 0 lovely Pussy! 0 Pussy, my love- "It's beautiful. It's ludicrous." "Huh? You're whispering. Isn't it pretty? I'm the natural redhead--" Elegant, tiered and theatrical. "Diamond it is in fact resplendent with elements of the sublime." And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose. "I'm the clean girl, if dusting powder--" But her words came fewer; she'd scissored up onto his tongue, "Lightheaded!" she smiled dreamily, her speech thickening, "Ooohh--wooo--Truelove!" her eyes crossing to regard her implosion, Diamond Griffin was hiding and savoring deep at the core of herself; the Yankee belle had fainted on him. |
