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. Presently she broke enough for air.
"Whew!"
"Yes, 'Whew!'" I agreed. "That deal you mentioned earlier- What do you
charge?"
"Loud mouth." She grinned at me, did not pull away. "Cad. Scoundrel. I give
away free samples. But not to bridegrooms." She unwound herself. "Rest well,
dears. Forget that thirteen o'clock deadline. Sleep as long as you wish; I'll
tell the day manager."
"Xia, two of those messages called for me to see people at an ugly
cow-milking hour. Can you switch us out?"
"I already thought of that; I read those before you did. Forget it. Even if
Bully Bozell shows up with all his Boy Scouts, the day manager won't admit
knowing what suite you are in."
"I don't want to cause you trouble with your boss."
"Didn't I say? I own the joint. Along with BancAmerica." She pecked me
quickly and left.
While we were undressing, Gwen said, "Richard, she was waiting to be asked
to stay. And she's not the wide-eyed virgin little Gretchen is. Why didn't you
invite her?"
"Aw, shucks, Maw, I didn't know how."
"You could have unpeeled her cheong-sam while she was trying to strangle
you; that would have done it. There was nothing under it. Correction: Xia was
under it, nothing else. But Xia is a-plenty, I'm certain. So why didn't you?"
"Do you want to know the truth?"
"Uh... I'm not sure."
"Because I wanted to sleep with you, wench, with no distractions
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