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Show Bobbie's House of Furs 50 here." Bobbie, petulant, pulled straight pins out of her l e f t cuff and stuck them in the pin cushion on top of the sewing machine. Angela hurriedly hung the coat back on the rack and stood selfconsciously with her arms folded across her barren expanse of white torso. " I say who wears what, young lady, and when." Bobbie opened the steamer closet, checked the wrinkles in an angora sweater, and then slammed the t in door shut. "Well, let me see the swimsuit. Get your arms out of the way." Angela tried to stand with confidence. "Looks good, actually. )lery good." Bobbie folded her arms across her ample bosom and smiled slowly. "You better buy some pads for that swimsuit top before the show." Angela nodded. " I might throw a see-through cover over that suit. Salome's veils to tempt our buyers. Right?" She laughed and patted Angela's shoulder. "Let's see the other things on you," Bobbie had said as she l e f t to wait on another customer. "Just come on out front when you're dressed and stay away from those furs." " I hope you folks are noticing this unique swimsuit cover modeled by Angie Larsen," Bobbie was saying over the microphone to the accompaniment of coins f a l l i n g into metal slot machine trays, buzzers announcing winners, and the ratchety sound of the roulette wheel spinning and slowing. "This unusual swimsuit cover is trimmed in fur-a Las Vegas original from Bobbie's House of Furs. Let's have a hand for Angie Larsen. We like you tourists to see that we have a fine community here in Las Vegas. Nice wholesome g i r l s . " Bobbie clapped while holding the mike, each clap sounding like a |
