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High school hot pantsHe wasn't at all the distinguished type I'd planned on meeting today. He had a tobacco and whiskey aroma hovering close to his body, but it wasn't unpleasant, and there was a friendly, lived-in look to his face that rather attracted me. Jill probably wouldn't have even him a second glance, but she seemed to be drawing constantly a higher class of man than I could find. "Wow," I said, "I think I'd like to sit down and get my head together again." In ten minutes his Pinto had shuttled us to his front door, on a quiet side street not far from the campus. We exchanged names. His was B.E. Courtney. I asked what the initials stood for, and he told me "B.E.", which seemed pretty definitive. His house was small, rented, and sparsely furnished. Like a good host, he allowed me the sofa and took the floor for himself. The shock of the near-accident was wearing off. When I finished my coffee I felt a lot better, so he poured me a jolt of Canadian Club, which really hit the spot. I felt a whole lot better. My shoes clattered to the floor and I stretched on the sofa, wondering if he'd noticed that I had a prime body ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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