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I
took
my
choice
.
I
raised
the
fifth
of
vodka
and
drank
it
straight
.
The
Russians
knew
something
.
The
door
opened
and
Cecelia
walked
in
.
She
looked
good
with
her
low
-
slung
powerful
body
.
Most
American
women
were
either
too
thin
or
without
stamina
.
If
you
gave
them
rough
use
something
broke
in
them
and
they
became
neurotic
and
their
men
became
sport
freaks
or
alcoholics
or
obsessed
with
cars
.
The
Norwegians
,
the
Icelanders
,
the
Finns
knew
how
a
woman
should
be
built
:
wide
and
solid
,
a
big
ass
,
big
hips
,
big
white
flanks
,
big
heads
,
big
mouths
,
big
tits
,
plenty
of
hair
,
big
eyes
,
big
nostrils
,
and
down
in
the
center
-
big
enough
and
small
enough
.
"
Hello
,
Cecelia
.
Come
on
to
bed
.
"
"
It
was
nice
out
tonight
.
"
"
I
suppose
.
Come
say
hello
.
"
She
went
into
the
bathroom
.
I
switched
off
the
bedroom
light
.
She
came
out
after
a
while
.
I
felt
her
climb
into
bed
.
It
was
dark
but
some
light
came
in
through
the
curtains
.
I
handed
her
the
fifth
.
She
took
a
tiny
sip
,
then
handed
the
bottle
back
.
We
were
sitting
up
,
our
backs
against
the
headboard
and
the
pillows
.
We
were
thigh
to
thigh
.
"
Hank
,
the
moon
was
just
a
tiny
sliver
.
But
the
stars
were
brilliant
and
beautiful
.
It
makes
you
think
,
doesn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Some
of
those
stars
have
been
dead
for
millions
of
light
-
years
and
yet
we
can
still
see
them
.
"
