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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 75 upswept hair that looked as if it could have been the work of mason wasps. "I'm a divorcee. . ." she began. "Jane they don't nobody want to hear--" "Chester is from good stock," she said. "But personally, when I'm on a wing-ding, no dice. He's a square," she said, and she made that box sign in the air. "A square that needs his head examined." Outside, a hurricane-figure passed by the window. "Hey Bebop!" she hollered, "there goes a stray man. "Oh there was another time," she revealed, as she pointed to herself, "when it was Nice Nelly, here. A prude. Yeah, okay, sex. Anything but. The big hurt. The perception was sex as self-humiliation. Okay maybe I was neurotic in the sense that I had the nervous breakdown. . ." "Hey," February nudged Dory, "this lady is a whole conversation. . ." "But I had a theory that you can't fry potatoes on a cold skillet. However into my life has come a young man who gives me what I want. God. It's not too late for me. Okay maybe I got a long fuse, but when I go up, wow, the intervals of pleasure--I'm a Roman candle." Big Dick Genito sauntered by in a Korea jacket. Pusan, it read, with a star for the action at Inchon. |
