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Show 57, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] Two weeks later with his nerve up he'd asked a sophomore frat brother "What does it mean?" "C'mon Clayton--" "No I'm serious. I can't seem to make any sense of--is it something bad? Would you rather I learned it in the streets or behind some billboard?" "Damn, Dorian. Well I don't suppose it's in your dictionary, there. Okay the six and the nine, they're these bodies, see, a girl and a guy, to spell it out for you, and. . .you see, you get it, the nine here, upside-down--?" "No I--" "Fool!" he offered. "Sex!" "Holy Cow," Dorian realized. Then he thought soberly, I'll buy the other thing but you can't tell me Mother and Father did that. And now he's come to Diamond, her tongue a bit up out of her mouth, staring at him. Girl you can't resist. Certain as Gretel watching that gingerbread house. Oral greed. "Darling what are you thinking about?" "A fairy tale." "That reminds me. I saw this little kid peeping in the windows last night. And I didn't like the way he walked, you know, a sissy, the way he walked off." "I don't know what to say." |