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Surfer GirlA man came flying from a bar and sent Janet sprawling. "Fucking asshole!!" he shouted, shaking his fist. Janet thought he was cursing her. But then a burly man in an apron appeared at the barroom door. "I told you before, Duke, to stay out!" said the man. "Up yours." The man turned to a startled Janet. "Hey, baby, sorry to send you down." She was too startled to reply. The guy was dressed surfer-style. His blond hair was pulled back in a pony tail that gave his long, angular face and piercing blue eyes an angelic quality. He took Janet's hand and pulled her to her feet. "Say," he said, his eyes looking her up and down, "you must be new to town." A small crowd had clustered around them and Janet felt nervous under their stare. She pressed her thighs together, still shaken from being knocked down. "How did you know?" "You're white as the underbelly of a shark," he said, pressing close, his barrel chest almost touching her bikini top. "And that swimsuit. Man, I haven't seen polka dots in a long time." Janet gave out a mirthless laugh ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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