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Show 38, Jeffries, Islamorada "Griffin-Clayton!" "Yes, of course," the clerk smiled, "And I'm the Duke of Earl." "I have never been with a man in a motel room," she said, chastely. "And you understand this is hardly the Poconos, absent is the heart-shaped tub, the intimate photographer, in short, as the young man downstairs observed, Diamond doesn't have her rock. . ." "Yeah baby, I hear you-" "Therefore noli me tangere, not on a whim, not for the glut of a moment's pleasure-" "For God's sakes, Diamond!" She had the top of her slip down at her waist. And the fine red color schemes working, scarlets and rouge in her nipples and bosoms, and the bright diamond-reds from the lights in the prisms of her hair. She stood, thoughtful, in her bold lingerie. "Much as I might want to. . ." He climbed abruptly out of his clothes and was pleased at the way she stared. He got into the great king-sized bed and watched and listened. "About virginity," she continued, sleepily, pulling at her hosiery over by the silent television. "I play it one day more accurately one night at a time. . ." "Diamond will you come and lay down here before you fall over?" "This is difficult for me to say but have you seen, do you know the smug haughtiness of innocent |