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Show Flying - 29 and they tie about eight or ten knots in it. Then while you're going at it good and strong, she slips it up your ass a bit at a time until there's just a couple of inches sticking out. And Just when you're coming-wham.' she pulls it all out at once. Screws up your entire nervous system, if it's done right," he says with reverence. "You ever do It?" says O'Connell. "No. But some guy named Harris did, over in Headquarters Company. Last winter. The guys that brought him back said he was just stiff as a board all over, except once in a while he'd sort of quiver. They had to lay him in the back seat and drive back that way. When they got here they just put him in his bunk and laid a blanket over him. They said he lay there for three days, stiff as a board, not saying anything, but his eyes was open." "What happened to him?" says Thompson. "He was all right. The end of the third day, he just got up and went back to work." John Henry, for whom the whores won't even leave the lights on, let alone do any of these strange and wonderful things, wonders what's wrong with him. Wondering, he loses track of the conversation and comes back when they all laugh. "Freight train," says Thompson. "That's a good name for it." "Two at once," says Arkwright, thinking it over. |