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Show 51, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] navel, "I got a sweet tooth for them things. . ." "Isn't it funny," he began, "just meeting you and everything; I want you to know I appreciate this. . " "S'okay," she paused, breathing hard, "I really like white boys." When she popped up he looked into her blue-brown eyes. "I don't believe I got the name," he said thoughtfully. "Hyacinth," she smiled, pretty as a flower. Of course. That accent. Talking that King's English. A Jamaican girl. Well, welcome to the tropics. Actually on a closer inspection he could see she was a fine wild colored girl; along the lines of something on loan from the Ike and Tina Turner review. Well tonight to get this one he'd eat gravel like a chicken: when he next talked to her he tried to take his voice down low and sexy like a black guy, give her a little Barry White or maybe Austin Carr of the Cavaliers, with his gravelly Lou Rawls voice. She had him naked except for his socks. The high vapor lights of the hospital shown down. "Gee, Hyacinth, I feel like I'm being filmed for a medical cassette." "Well maybe you are," she smiled. Then she passed on the ancient African motto: "Re-lax." They were loving. When it was near the end he turned from her, but she grabbed him forcefully, and hopped back up on his cock. |
