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Show 55, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] will you sleep?'" She came down alertly to stretch beside him and he began to rub that rosy bottom. "Go ahead," she said. "Huh?" he realized he'd nodded off again. He looked more carefully at her. Drunk and devious. "Diamond is devising." "Your--" "Want to sample Diamond? To sully Diamond? To defile Diamond? To desecrate, want to put that derringer into Diamond's derriere?" He yawned. "What's this derringer stuff--are you saying this is a short-barreled--" '' Ummmmmn-mmnn.'' The music seemed to leap up on its own. Jungle Boogie! Do the Jungle Boogie Yeaaah. . . "Ohh," he managed, biting at her ear, Diamond coyly looking back, naughty and salacious as Lot's wife. "There was a lady at the spa, told me. . .I've got to cut this out, or I'll have hemorrhoids by thirty. . As the blurring, the blank look came over his face, it's Dorian Clayton in the moment befuddled by her riddle Will You Marry Me?, and throttled by that nether sphinx. No rest for the wicked. Next evening after stuffing themselves at the Green Turtle, he proposed the feature |