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Show Acting Alone Page 236 was any big words he'd need a whole afternoon to fight through them. He turned to get himself a copy for later, and jumped up into the air in startlement when a little-bitty gal run screaming by all butt-naked. She was real pretty and her butt was firm and wide open and light brown and pink inside, a ringer for Shanny. He thought it was Shanny and that's howcome he jumped up into the air in startlement. He watched three guys tackle her face down on the broken-glassy asphalt. Spikey thought of his cousin and her fat old socialist shacking up in a trailer, doing their dirty business and contaminating the proud grounds of Fort Carson. Just when Spikey had went to first base with her almost, showed her the goods at least. It made him feel crazy. He'd been so close to getting that one thing that all regular guys want the most for the first time in his life. "Hey Spikewell, we can't do this old fart's nose right. Show us how like a Marine guy ought." They stood the old communist up and propped him against a telephone pole, his bleeding face aimed back at the right angle for Spikey. The old guy was short, a normal height, not too tall like Shanny's fat secular humanist was. "For this God will damn your filthy souls to hell," the old guy kept whispering, all bubbly through the blood. Spikey knew the boys were just acting crazy now, like they used to do when they was all butt-naked and towel-snapping in the locker room at Kiev High before or after a B-ball game or something and their bare nuts was flapping loose and big and crazy in the towel-breeze, big brave nuts |
