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Chapter 24
It’stheBigChiefBromden,cuttin’downtheboulevard—men,women,andkidsrockin’backontheirheelstopeerathim:‘Wellwellwell,whatgiant’sthishere,takin’tenfeetatastepandduckin’fortelephonewires?’Comesstompin’throughtown,stopsjustlongenoughforvirgins,therestofyoutwitchesmight’swellnotevenlineup‘lessyougottitslikemuskmelons,nicestrongwhitelegslongenoughtolockaroundhismightyback,andalittlecupofpoozlewarmandjuicyandsweetasbutteran’honey..."
Inthedarktherehewenton,spinninghistaleabouthowitwouldbe,withallthemenscaredandallthebeautifulyounggirlspantingafterme.Thenhesaidhewasgoingoutrightthisveryminuteandsignmynameupasoneofhisfishingcrew.Hestoodup,gotthetowelfromhisbedstandandwrappeditaroundhishipsandputonhiscap,andstoodovermybed.
"Ohman,Itellyou,Itellyou,you’llhavewomentrippin’youandbeatin’youtothefloor."
Andallofasuddenhishandshotoutandwithaswingofhisarmuntiedmysheet,clearedmybedofcovers,andleftmelyingtherenaked.
"Lookthere,Chief.Haw.What’dItellya?Yougrowedahalfafootalready."
Laughing,hewalkeddowntherowofbedstothehall.
