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Show 80, Jeffries, Islamorada it was this time, her mouth, or the squeeze with cold cream on her hands, or that new style she'd been hinting at lately-he pictured her in that hallway all naked and turned around, wooden Chippendale posturing. Beneath that charming stair which curved up to where the super-salesman and the chatelaine of the manor hopefully slept. While their daughter pumped so skillfully and enthusiastically, whispering, "Dory can you give me a little more," he was startled by another male presence, and he looked up to the master bedroom where her mother lay, that was dark, anyway and he asked, "Diamond, your father, could he be awake?" "No way, baby, he's beat from the office, that was just the sleepwalking there, earlier, and I don't see how I'm gonna get us off if you go limp like that-" And no sooner did he answer 'sorry' than a great dog came snuffing around a corner, clipped ears and a black wet nose that caught the perfume of the girl in the house. As the creature gathered wind for a snarl, Dory could only cry weakly, "Diamond. Diamond, there's a very big tyke out here." |
