| OCR Text |
Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 81 "And that's what she'd get all right, a quickie," Bebop certified, "although let me concede he'd be right back for-Pig!" she yelled across the room. "You soulless--" "That's my grandson, my daughter's boy," old Grandpa Cunningham interrupted excitedly, "but I've kinda petered out. . ." "I was a big man yesterday," Big Dick took his voice above it all, "but boy you oughta see me now. "Hey baby, how'd you like to ride the monorail?" He put her hand down on him. "Feel. That's high grade, that's quality." Dory would remember her wild, sad eyes. February's fear of where she was coming from. Worry that hooking could be a reflex action. Why couldn't she move. "Such a pretty girl," Big Dick's wife soothed, with open admiration. "Now I have small breasts, just knick-knacks, really." Wild sad green eyes. Dory stared at her, if her eyes just so much as said help, slapping that middle-aged drunk around a bit shouldn't be much of a problem. But Big Dick had hot breath in her ear. "Cupcake you are a very robust and healthy--" he slipped one hand up and inside her flannel shirt. "It's been my experience that bosomy young women such as yourself. . .just can't help it," he entreated, smiling like an old idea of a |
