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           Shemadehereyessparklewithinvitation,herwalkwasthesexiestwalkeverwalked,hermouthwas,veryslightlypartedasifshewerereadytobitethenearestobjectofherobviouspassion.Sheresemblednothingsomuchasafemaleanimalinheat,butitwasadeliberateact.JohnnyFontanethought,oh,Christ,oneofthem.Itwasthemostpopularapproachofwomenwhowantedtotakehimtobed.Itonlyworkedwhenhewasverydrunkandhewasn’tdrunknow.Hegavethegirloneofhisfamousgrinsandsaid,"Thankyou,honey."Thegirllookedathimandpartedherlipsinathank-yousmile,hereyeswentallsmoky,herbodytensedwiththetorsoleaningslightlybackfromthelongtaperinglegsintheirmeshstockings.Anenormoustensionseemedtobebuildingupinherbody,herbreastsseemedtogrowfullerandswellburstinglyagainstherthinscantilycutblouse.Thenherwholebodygaveaslightquiverthatalmostletoffasexualtwang.ThewholeimpressionwasoneofawomanhavinganorgasmsimplybecauseJohnnyFontanehadsmiledatherandsaid,"Thankyou,honey."Itwasverywelldone.ItwasdonebetterthanJohnnyhadeverseenitdonebefore.Butbynowheknewitwasfake.Andtheoddswerealwaysgoodthatthebroadswhodiditwerealousylay.

           Hewatchedhergobacktoherchairandnursedhisdrinkslowly.Hedidn’twanttoseethatlittletrickagain.Hewasn’tinthemoodforittonight.

           ItwasanhourbeforeNinoValentibegantogo.Hestartedleaningfirst,waveredback,andthenplungedoffthechairstraighttothefloor.