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Show 114 more uniforms, some of them from around the world. The shapes of faces of girls from everywhere on earth too, the shapes of girls. Once I followed a woman a block down Market Street even though she was much older, at least thirty, because she had such a breathtaking rear. So while I thought I was learning to be a debauchee, while I thought myself properly concerned with my pleasure first, my heart was learning that city. The dancer gone, Bess and Lily lit up their English Ovals and said they would like to do that, dance with fans. "That'd be swell," they said, their eyes shining wickedly. "You're kidding." "We sure as shit aren't." "I bet you are." "Shit no," said Lily. "Do you know how much shitty money that girl makes?" "It's a shit of a lot more than you guys make in the shitty shipyards,' said Bess. "It'd be some shit of a good time too." Ross smiled slyly. "She could make a lot more if she wanted to." "How the shit do you know?" "Easy. All you girls are sitting on a fortune." Lily laughed and hit him on the arm. "Oh shit! Cut it the shit out, Ross." "What the shit's the joke?" Bess asked me. "I didn't hear it," I said, not understanding what Ross meant. "Well," said Bess, leaning closer to me, "don't you think she was a little small? The dancer?" "Huh?" |