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Show Bobbie's House of Furs 52 a stack of cards for Bobbie's House of Furs and peeled one off the top. The card was damp and Angela f e l t a drop of perspiration run down to her hip line where i t stopped on the elastic band of her leopard suit. She forced a smile, ready to move to the next table, but because her mouth was dry, her upper l i p stuck on her eye teeth. The man held out his hand with the big gold ring and deep-set diamond. "Baby," he said, "relax. Nobody's gonna hurt you." He took her arm in both of his hands and then stroked i t gently. He s l id across the booth's yellow vinyl and looked closer into her eyes where tears were gathering. "You're gonna have a beautiful body when you're a woman." He stroked the net cover, then rested his hand on the curve above her pelvic bone. She stiffened as he rubbed his hand up and down in the arc of the curve. "Things are gonna be all right," he said as he grabbed his check, stood up, and reached into his pocket for some change for the waitress. "Time for me to get back to the tables." He winked at Angela and brushed her cheek with a kiss. At the next table where two ladies from the housekeeping staff mulled over coffee, Angela repeated her spiel about Bobbie's shop and the prices of her clothes. She handed them each a card while tears slipped down her cheeks. She could s t i l l feel the hand rubbing over the net next to her body and his lips on her cheek. She hated him all the while that her eyes followed him back to his blackjack table. "And that's Angela Larsen for Bobbie's House of Furs, ladies and gentlemen. We l i ke you tourists to get acquainted with our high school g i r l s - - |
