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Show 91, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] at the Pier House, what's a good place, maybe there's a movie, and coming up in Miami is this horse race I want to see--" "That sounds nice," she said, "but for the moment, you've got to realize, both of us, at least me-pretty gray eyes I'm going to be very nervous until I get a piece of you." "Wow February, I--" "I'm sayin' I'm agreeable to the beautiful drive up to Islamorada under this spring moon, and I hope you don't think I'm coming on too strong but I'm sort of getting this buzz in my head where all I can seem to think of at the moment are my legs wrapping up around your ears." He didn't say much the balance of the evening; just before they slept he took notes on the back of a statement from the power cooperative, and days later, almost surreptitiously recovering it from under his mattress, he had February driving his car, bombing along Lower Matecumbe near 100, the limby beauty screaming with pleasure with her dress up at her neck, the kidskin of her inner thigh, Dory riding the tortuous curves of her body, and her legs drawn up in unembarrassed self-revelation, touch me, there, the tameless beauty, some upside-down loving and a kiss on those greedy perpendicular lips, the yeasty smell of the sperm and once, afterward, she had half-cried thank you, her acids etching a Rorschach-form in his sheet. |