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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 79 "You're right about that," Dory said. "The closest thing would be the female homonids of the Pleistocene era." "Play and dalliance. . .in some cheap roadhouse or doggery. Heard about it on the TV. There's a whorehouse down here somewhere. Wanna tip over a coupla round-heeled women. That's what we've come for, eh fellows? I'll be up front with you Bebop, I've got the bone on," he swaggered sadly around from behind the bar. "I'm telling you I got the bone on and she won't come across." "You wad you say your name was how much can a girl take." "Please don't cry" "Well I'm about at the limit of. . .him! Always pinching and tweaking at me!" The jukebox started up. "Now watch this," Big Dick ordered, "Arthur Murray stuff." "He certainly seems to like to be the center of attention." "Always chasing a skirt--" "Honey, nobody says that anymore. . "Well Goddamn it--pantsuits, then." February stood frowning at everybody from the far wall. Big Dick danced by the booth. "You like my wife? |
