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I
’
ll
watch
the
mailbox
.
Any
more
photos
?
yours
,
yes
,
yes
,
Henry
The
door
opened
and
it
was
Iris
.
I
pulled
the
sheet
out
of
the
typewriter
and
laid
it
face
down
.
"
Oh
,
Hank
!
I
got
the
slut
-
shoes
!
"
"
Great
!
Great
!
"
"
I
’
ll
put
them
on
for
you
!
I
’
m
sure
you
’
ll
love
them
!
"
"
Baby
,
do
it
!
"
Iris
walked
into
the
bedroom
.
I
took
the
letter
to
Tanya
and
stuck
it
under
a
pile
of
papers
.
Iris
walked
out
.
The
shoes
were
bright
red
on
viciously
high
heels
.
She
looked
like
one
of
the
greatest
whores
of
all
time
.
There
were
no
backs
on
the
shoes
and
her
feet
showed
through
the
see
-
through
material
.
Iris
walked
back
and
forth
.
She
had
a
most
provocative
body
and
ass
anyhow
,
and
walking
on
those
heels
pushed
it
all
sky
-
high
.
It
was
maddening
.
Iris
stopped
and
looked
back
at
me
over
her
shoulder
,
smiled
.
What
a
marvelous
chippy
!
She
had
more
hip
,
more
ass
,
more
calf
than
I
’
d
ever
seen
before
.
I
ran
out
and
poured
two
drinks
.
Iris
sat
down
and
crossed
her
legs
high
.
She
sat
in
a
chair
across
the
room
from
me
.
The
miracles
in
my
life
kept
occurring
.
I
couldn
’
t
understand
it
.
