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Show 60, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] Wide wet eyes looking worshipfully up. "Sure I love you Diamond." All prejudices aside, a very fine job. The red-maned animal-girl. She was like something out of a Frank Buck novel. A beautiful oral animal. Once having acquired a taste for man- Diamond was the eye-catching rich redhead with one bad habit. He wondered if he'd ever get the nerve to tell her about it. He suspected it had to do with maids following her around when she was little. Diamond often neglected to flush. Maybe she was trying to tell him something. A dismal message, there was something oppressive in this, voiding, etching her contempt in the whorled lines of her-he'd stare, this didn't seem like something a Powers' Girl could do. In his water closet, night soil, south now her ordure had taken on a tropical quality, the detail, elements of protein, a grain of corn, a horrible Mailer-trick, the message: 'Big money, cowbird!' With a body there he woke early. "Where are you going?" the sleepy redhead asked. "I'll be out watching the sunrise," he said, "and the accompanying atmospheric effects." Two hours later she saw a great deal of activity on the water and wondered, "What's going on around here?' He walked her down to Whale Harbor to watch the Blessing of the Fleet. The little sailboats came blowing by |
