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"
Jesus
.
.
.
"
I
’
d
slice
her
in
half
.
It
would
be
like
a
child
rape
.
We
went
into
the
bar
and
took
a
booth
.
The
waitress
asked
for
Tanya
’
s
I
.
D
.
She
had
it
ready
.
"
You
look
18
,
"
the
waitress
said
.
"
I
know
,
"
Tanya
answered
in
her
high
Betty
Boop
voice
.
"
I
’
ll
have
a
whiskey
sour
.
"
"
Give
me
a
cognac
,
"
I
told
the
waitress
.
Two
booths
over
the
high
-
yellow
was
still
sitting
with
her
dress
pulled
up
around
her
ass
.
Her
panties
were
pink
.
She
kept
staring
at
me
.
The
waitress
arrived
with
the
drinks
.
We
sipped
them
.
I
saw
the
high
-
yellow
get
up
.
She
wobbled
toward
our
booth
.
She
put
both
hands
flat
on
our
table
and
leaned
over
.
Her
breath
stank
of
booze
.
She
looked
at
me
.
"
So
this
is
your
mother
,
huh
,
you
mother
-
fucker
!
"
"
Mother
couldn
’
t
make
it
.
"
Elsie
looked
at
Tanya
.
"
What
do
you
charge
,
darling
?
"
"
Fuck
off
,
"
said
Tanya
.
