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Diary of a LoverSoon, the drapes moved and I leaped to my feet, only to be greeted by an elderly Negro man who proceeded to empty ashtrays into a pan and pick up a few papers from the dirty wooden floor. Blushing violently, I sat down again. It seemed that Hank and his brother were taking a very long time. Finally the drapes opened again and a short, dark-haired girl with Spanish features entered. She was wearing a blue bathrobe and matching mule slippers. I bounced up once more, and in my deepest voice said, "I'll take a straight," giving the blond madam the five-dollar bill I had been crumpling in my pocket. Damned if I was going to go for a french or any of that fancy stuff when I had never even been screwed the usual way. "This is Lotta," the madam said as she stuffed my five bucks down the neck of her dress. Lotta smiled, took my hand, and led me through the drapes. I had begun to suspect that on the other side of those drapes there was a pit filled with boa constrictors, but there was only a flight of stairs, which we climbed to the second floor. "What's your name, honey?" Lotta asked. "Uh, Dick," I replied, forgetting for the moment just what my name really was ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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