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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 50 "Those gasoline credit cards, and father quieted down real sudden-like, saying 'Kids. . .just have to work these things out for themselves. . .'" "Surely the Pooh-bah was drugged by your beauty." "Nice way he had of showing it." "Yes I'm very sorry I--" "A little less of me to love," she began absently, "when that crazy Pooh-bah docked a piece of this tight little tail." "Yes. Well there have been stories. I don't get the papers; I guess I'm not really clear--" "It's like you heard it. My, uh, doodad. That Bluebeard. My little trigger. The gizmo. The gadget. It was on all the wire services. Now it's not so much as a stub. "Anyhow somehow down from that little zoo at Baker's Haulover they fetched peacocks and monkeys to show me the way to my bridal chamber. Now undressing in front of the girls completed the idea of being merchandised, but it was kind of a turn-on, a rush. In came my husband with something of a rank look. He seemed to like it, where I was light, and, uh, pink, ready to receive the royal member, and he was touching me, there, in a practiced way, and suddenly it was pointing at him, and he recoiled and I thought, 'Not me! It's my sister that's the hermaphrodite, I'm just a little long, there, and he was screaming at the blushing girls, along the lines of why |