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"And I'll drop my bags and grab my cane and beat him with it. The jerk who
jostled you. Not to death. Just a reprimand." I added, "Assuming that the
miscreant is male and of mature years. If not, I'll make the punishment fit the
criminal."
"I'm sure you will, dear. But, truly, I don't think anyone will jostle me,
as you will be walking in front of me, breaking trail. All right?"
"All right. Except that you should strip to the waist."
"Really?"
"All pictures of that sort in National Geographic always show the women
stripped to the waist. That's why they print them."
"All right if you say to. Although I'm not really endowed for that."
"Quit fishing for compliments, monkey face; you do all right. But you're
much too good for the common people, so keep your shirt on."
"I don't mind. If you really think I should."
"You're too willing. Do as you please but I am not, repeat not, urging you
to. Are all women exhibitionists?"
"Yes."
The discussion ended because her door signal sounded. She looked surprised.
I said, "Let me," and stepped to the door, touched the voice button. "Yes?"
"Message from the Manager!"
I took my finger off the voice button, looked at Gwen. "Shall I open up?"
"I think we must."
I touched the dilator button; the door spread open. A man in a proctor's
uniform stepped inside; I let the door snap back
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