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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 21 a Coral Beach cheerleader. "Oooh Mr. Clayton, what are you doing here?" "There's this joke," Dory began patiently to the two young women, "a back issue of Read Magazine: student sees his teacher in the A and P, says 'Hey, I didn't know teachers ate groceries.'" "Oooh Mr. Clayton," February mocked moments later, "I'd say she is impressed with you. But a cute girl, don't you think?" "It's the professional thing. One of my clients, February. Born too late and all that." "Why give me the b.s.?-she's a little doll and you're all turned around now looking like you want to bite something." They'd come into Holmes. A decimal clock was flashing the time at the tenths of the second. "Now how about this one," February continued. "Do you think she's attractive?" "What," he laughed, "the dummy?" "Dorian," February squeezed his arm, "that's a real lve girl. . . People had begun to circle the young model, and they were laughing nervously at the way she'd caught their attention, a professional, standing there without blinking in a twenty-minute stretch. |