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Show 79, Jeffries, Islamorada "Well then it's been nice visiting with you, Diamond." "Dorian! All is not lost. With a little imagination on your part, if you're half the man on that old picture or statue you showed me--" "Priapus?" "Whoever, I mean if you can just get it in through the mail slot, you might find a nice surprise. January Twentieth. The Eve of Saint Agnes. When a young girl sees "You mean you're finally gonna-" "I'm sayin' if you want to put your derringer into Diamond. . ." It don't come easy. He turned full into the door, and fluffed a sweater and his topcoat out against the cold, like some horny bird while she charmed with her soft language, till like that stalked eye in War of the Worlds that part of him was through the door and peering into the great dark house. "Oh Dorian," she began, "it's so pretty and hard and stud honey bee, can you give me a little more, and how does this feel?" "I, uh, mostly feel the metal," he said, though again, somehow, he was inside her, and she purred in her curious ritual of love as he wondered what |