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records on the shelf by the player. "Do we get music with the booze?" she
asked.
I went over dutifully and when I stood beside her, I realized she had suddenly
fixed her attention elsewhere, so totally that she was unaware of me and
unaware of the music. She was standing looking diagonally through the
starboard aft port toward the dock, and following the direction of her intent
gaze, I saw Hero ambling along, looking for fresh game, the meat of his
shoulders slowly rolling, one thumb hooked into the tightness of the broad
leather belt.
I looked down at her face, saw that the lips, now parted, looked almost
swollen. Breathing deeply and slowly through parted lips, eyelids heavy, head
nodding slightly, she watched Hero.
Then she turned to me and it seemed to take her a moment to remember who I
was. In a voice pitched lower than usual, and with a huskiness, she said,
"Darling, forgive me if I uninvite myself for lunch? Thank you for drinks and
entertainment Thank you for saving me from a shot in the mouth. I think
I'll... look up those friends I have here. Some other time, dear. You have a
lovely boat."
She put on her huge black sunglasses and put the empty shot glass down, and
smiled and left. I went out on the afterdeck and watched her go hastily in the
direction Hero had taken. Swing of the purse. Quick clip-clap of the sharp
little heels on the cement. Rapid bouncing of the weight of the rich brown
mane. Unseen, tented hips swinging. And, I could guess, a crawly butterfly
awareness of the silky brushing of the softening thighs together, awareness of
the prickling tickle of erectile tissues, of labial weights and thickenings,
and a feeling of being unable to take a breath quite deep enough-as she went
tocking and bobbing in her scurry to fall under the brutalizing, tireless,
impersonal hammer of the Hero, to be once more the bed-beaten shoat, to be
spent and lamed and emptied as before.
So I walked slowly to Meyer's boat and sat on the bunk with my head in my
hands while he read Puss's letter. He finished it and coughed and honked and
wiped his eyes. So I told him that we were going to take his little cruiser
because it could take more sea than a houseboat, and we were going to take the
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Munequita in tow, and we were going to go as far down the Exuma Cays as the
range of his boat would allow, and then we were going a lot further down in
the Little Doll. I told him I was sick unto death of miniwomen, miniclothes,
miniloves, minideaths and my own damned minilife. I wanted empty cays, gaudy
reefs, hot sun, swift fish, and maybe some talk when it was time for talking.
And Meyer said, "So give me a hand with the lines and we'll take this crock
over to the gas dock and top off the tanks."
The End
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