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That
night
I
managed
to
get
2
or
3
drinks
into
Cecelia
.
She
forgot
herself
and
crossed
her
legs
high
and
I
saw
some
good
heavy
flank
.
Durable
.
A
cow
of
a
woman
,
cow
’
s
breasts
,
cow
’
s
eyes
.
She
could
handle
plenty
.
Keesing
had
had
a
good
eye
.
She
was
against
the
killing
of
animals
,
she
didn
’
t
eat
meat
.
I
guess
she
had
enough
meat
.
Everything
was
beautiful
,
she
told
me
,
we
had
all
this
beauty
in
the
world
and
all
we
had
to
do
was
reach
out
and
touch
it
,
it
was
all
there
and
all
ours
for
the
taking
.
"
You
’
re
right
,
Cecelia
,
"
I
said
.
"
Have
another
drink
.
"
"
It
makes
me
giddy
.
"
"
What
’
s
wrong
with
a
little
bit
of
giddy
?
"
Cecelia
crossed
her
legs
again
and
her
thighs
flashed
.
They
flashed
way
up
high
.
Bill
,
you
can
’
t
use
it
now
.
You
were
a
good
poet
,
Bill
,
but
what
the
hell
,
you
left
more
behind
than
your
writing
.
And
your
writing
never
had
thighs
and
flanks
like
this
.
Cecelia
had
another
drink
,
then
stopped
.
I
kept
going
.
Where
did
all
the
women
come
from
?
The
supply
was
endless
.
Each
one
of
them
was
individual
,
different
.
Their
pussies
were
different
,
their
kisses
were
different
,
their
breasts
were
different
,
but
no
man
could
drink
them
all
,
there
were
too
many
of
them
,
crossing
their
legs
,
driving
men
mad
.
What
a
feast
!
"
I
want
to
go
to
the
beach
.
Will
you
take
me
to
the
beach
,
Hank
?
"
Cecelia
asked
.
