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"
Well
.
.
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
,
Bobby
.
:
’
"
Anyhow
,
Valerie
wondered
if
you
wanted
to
come
down
for
a
drink
?
"
"
Why
not
?
"
Bobby
had
some
bad
shit
,
real
bad
shit
.
We
passed
it
around
.
Bobby
had
a
lot
of
new
tapes
for
the
stereo
.
He
also
had
my
favorite
singer
,
Randy
Newman
,
and
he
put
Randy
on
,
but
only
medium
-
loud
,
as
per
my
request
.
So
we
listened
to
Randy
and
smoked
and
then
Valerie
began
putting
on
a
fashion
show
.
She
had
a
dozen
sexy
outfits
from
Frederick
’
s
.
She
had
30
pairs
of
shoes
hanging
on
the
back
of
the
bathroom
door
.
Valerie
came
prancing
out
in
8
-
inch
high
heels
.
She
could
hardly
walk
.
She
poked
about
the
room
,
staggering
on
her
stilts
.
Her
ass
poked
out
and
her
tiny
nipples
were
hard
and
stiff
,
they
jutted
out
under
her
see
-
through
blouse
.
She
had
on
a
thin
gold
anklet
.
She
whirled
and
faced
us
,
made
some
gentle
sexual
movements
.
"
Christ
,
"
said
Bobby
,
"
Oh
.
.
.
Christ
!
"
"
Holy
Jesus
Christ
Mother
of
God
!
"
I
said
.
As
Valerie
went
past
I
reached
out
and
got
a
handful
of
ass
.
I
was
living
.
I
felt
great
.
Valerie
ducked
into
the
crapper
for
a
change
of
costume
.
