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Show 87, Jeffries, Islamorada "This Dorian. . ." "I've always thought it was the beautiful name. , "For a beautiful boy-" "Well, ah, fellows," Dorian interrupted, "winged time and all that, you've got to realize, not that I can see any point to this conversation, but I'm thirty, now. . ." "-No but this boy doesn't seem to be getting old like the rest of us. . ." "Like the rest of mankind. . .He's got it made, a young guy like Dorian, if he can't get a piece of ass, he can always get a blow job. . ." Their little teeth came out. A towel slipped away. "So long, fellows." But when he got up to leave, one flicked out a quick hand to pat him on the ass. Flattering, "Thirty years old, maybe; but great definition." Dory turned and seized the bad fairy at the throat, anxious to smash his head back against the steam pipes. "Oh go ahead-" the fellow choked. "-And hurt him. . ." added his pal. Then Dorian paused as the image came, blood and pulp, an ABC script. |
