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Show Flying - 20 and leads him back toward the bars and the whores. "You stay in Boys Town, soldier," he says. If one girl looks friendly and I can make her understand I'll ask her if I can rent her crib just to sleep in for the rest of the night. I have money. I can pay. A fat motherly whore near the other end of the street smiles at him without grabbing and he tries to explain what he needs. "Sure, baby," she says, and leads him through a stone arch into a dark garden wild with the smell of tropical flowers. She pulls a key from the top of her stocking. Inside the little room she starts to take off her clothes and he once more tries to explain. "I just want to sleep for a few hours. That's all I want. Nothing else." She wriggles and reaches for him, but he moves away. She laughs and follows. Finally, after more explanations, she shrugs and puts her clothes back on. It's not that I want to insult you, lady. It's just that I need to sleep, just sleep, for a little while. She stuffs the ten-dollar bill down between fat breasts, kisses John Henry a great motherly kiss on the forehead, tucks the one thin blanket around him, and leaves. The foetal position is best between cold sheets. Hands between the knees and head down for maximum warmth. |