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Chapter 12

           Heneveratemuchbutheknewyoungprettygirlsambitiouslystarvedthemselvesforprettyclothesandwereusuallybigeatersonadatesotherewasplentyoffoodonthetable.Therewasalsoplentyofliquor;champagneinabucket,scotch,rye,brandyandliqueursonthesideboard.Johnnyservedthedrinksandtheplatesoffoodalreadyprepared.WhentheyhadfinishedeatingheledherintothehugelivingroomwithitsglasswallthatlookedoutontothePacific.HeputastackofEllaFitzgeraldrecordsonthehifiandsettledonthecouchwithSharon.Hemadealittlesmalltalkwithher,foundoutaboutwhatshehadbeenlikeasakid,whethershehadbeenatomboyorboycrazy,whethershehadbeenhomelyorpretty,lonelyorgay.Healwaysfoundthesedetailstouching,italwaysevokedthetendernessheneededtomakelove.

           Theynestledtogetheronthesofa,veryfriendly,verycomfortable.Hekissedheronthelips,acoolfriendlykiss,andwhenshekeptitthatwayheleftitthatway.OutsidethehugepicturewindowhecouldseethedarkbluesheetofthePacificlyingflatbeneaththemoonlight.

           "Howcomeyou’renotplayinganyofyourrecords?"Sharonaskedhim.Hervoicewasteasing.Johnnysmiledather.Hewasamusedbyherteasinghim."I’mnotthatHollywood,"hesaid.

           "Playsomeforme,"shesaid."Orsingforme.Youknow,likethemovies.I’llbubbleupandmeltalloveryoujustlikethosegirlsdoonthescreen."

           Johnnylaughedoutright.

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