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"
It
’
s
just
southern
hospitality
.
"
There
was
one
I
had
noticed
,
older
than
the
others
,
with
protruding
teeth
.
But
her
teeth
protruded
perfectly
-
pushing
the
lips
out
like
an
open
passionate
flower
.
I
wanted
my
mouth
on
that
mouth
.
She
wore
a
short
skirt
and
her
pantyhose
revealed
good
legs
that
kept
crossing
and
uncrossing
as
she
laughed
and
drank
and
tugged
at
her
skirt
which
would
just
not
stay
down
.
I
sat
next
to
her
.
"
I
’
m
-
"
I
started
to
say
.
.
.
"
I
know
who
you
are
.
I
was
at
your
reading
.
"
"
Thanks
.
I
’
d
like
to
eat
your
pussy
.
I
’
ve
gotten
pretty
good
at
it
.
I
’
ll
drive
you
crazy
.
"
"
What
do
you
think
of
Allen
Ginsberg
?
"
"
Look
,
don
’
t
get
me
off
the
track
.
I
want
your
mouth
,
your
legs
,
your
ass
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
she
said
.
"
See
you
soon
.
I
’
m
in
the
bedroom
downstairs
.
"
I
got
up
,
left
her
,
had
another
drink
.
A
young
guy
-
at
least
6
feet
6
inches
tall
-
walked
up
to
me
.
"
Look
,
Chinaski
,
I
don
’
t
believe
all
that
shit
about
you
living
on
skidrow
and
knowing
all
the
dope
dealers
,
pimps
,
whores
,
junkies
,
horse
players
,
fighters
and
drunks
.
.
.
"
"
It
’
s
partly
true
.
"
