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Show Flying - 22 "Hey, soldier, you got to get out." Pretty soon she's screaming and kicking the bed and John Henry sits up, dazed and despairing. She throws his greasy pants at his head. "Put your pants on and get out. or I call the police." "I paid the other girl to let me sleep here," says John Henry. "I gave her ten dollars." The whore is young and pretty. She laughs. "This my room. You didn't pay me nothing." She smiles at him. "You give me five dollars, I'll give you a good time, Defeated, John Henry starts to put on his pants. "I don't want a good time, I just want to sleep for a while. Just to sleep." She throws her shoulders back and parades in front of him. "What's the matter, soldier? I don't look good enough for you?" For an instant, John Henry feels the faint stirring of forgotten lust, but the night has been too long. "You're beautiful," he says. "I'm tired, that's all." She laughs, sits down on the edge of the bed, and begins to take off her stockings. "O.K., you get out of here now," she says. "I want to sleep. Hurry up." John Henry stumbles out of the room into the cold dark garden and the smell of flowers. The cop is leaning against |