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Show 124 with gentle scorn for the whore, who had not taken her shoes off, those black pumps. "Did you take yours off?" "Sure." "You took your shoes off?" "Sure. Didn't you?" "Your shoes? Chess!" " I was getting on the bed." "Oh my god! In a whorehouse! With a whore!" He howled with laughter. He was talking too loudly too; people were looking around. "You dummy, you never take your shoes off in a whorehouse!" I could only assume he was r i g h t , and I was properly shamed, especially with the guy next to Ross smiling too. I f e l t like a cripple trying to walk. I hobbled, I hobbled, when most of a l l I wanted to ride, to ride, to bestride a horse and lean forward into the wind, in the saddle, galloping, giving him his head. |
