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Show Flying - 1C and a magnificent waitress, at least six feet tall and with blonde hair hanging down to her waist. In the very back of the diner, sitting at a booth in the shadows, is a young couple-the boy in the traditional levis and Stetson and the girl honey-blonde and slim. Maybe fourteen years old. They are holding hands across the hamburger specials on the table and whispering of love. John Henry goes instantly to pieces, torn between a vast and terrible lust for the waitress (he wants to leap at her throat, knock her to the floor and rip off her cotton uniform, yank off her white panties and rape her repeatedly and violently on top of the lunch counter), and equally overwhelming tender love for the little slim blonde girl 4n the corner booth. The waitress comes up to take their order. She has a tattoo on her left arm, near the shoulder, that says in inch-high red and blue letters BORN TO BE BAD and John Henry has to hold on hard to the edge of the table to keep from leapir wild-fingered at her breasts. "What's you-all's pleasure?" she says, swinging her hit "Hamburger special," says John Henry. "Hey Sally, you watch out for them soldiers now," says one of the truck drivers. "They probably ain't seen nothin1 like you for a long time." The woman truck driver looks over her shoulder at John Henry and leers. |