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Show Jeffries, Section 3, Page 80 I bet she likes you too. I'll tell you, if we could maybe put the car keys in the middle of, do you follow me?--goes like a mink?--now this lady of yours, I'm proposing certain liberties, I'm playing fast and loose with--" He spun across the floor. "Hey cupcake." "Hi." "May I cut in." "Okay, Mr. Twister." "Uh, maybe you should excuse me," Dory proposed. "No this should be good. Let's just watch this." "White short-shorts. Oh Calcutta. And no bra, right? No bra. Mama what a pair. I think I'd be at peace with the world if I could just put it right up there in between--" "Now why don't you just slow down a little--" February offered nervously. "Girl I'm telling you I got, they found it in the service, diagnosed my, I got that extra little Y chromosome, it's lucky I'm on the street at all, I'm a certified sex criminal. Let me call you sweetheart. Come upstairs. How about a quickie?" "Sometimes," February said, "I wish I were more petite. . ." |
