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“Certainly.” Wally reached into an inner pocket for the cash he had been given by Yale that very evening for his latest shipment of liquor. “Would you have change for a hundred?” “Of course, sir, of course.” The woman glided to the same closet with Wally’s bill in hand, and emerged a full minute later with his change in the other. “There you are, sir. Betty will show up.” “Thank you.” Wally flashed a smile at his hostess, and followed Betty up the flight of stairs, past the noises of business being conducted, to “Heidi”’s door.
############“I must say I insist on condoms,” Wally’s companion for the night explained with a thick German accent as she reached inside the nighttable drawer next to the bed to retrieve a natural rubber prophylactic encased in a paper package. Wally did not move and did not utter a word until Heidi stood up from the bed, took the three steps to the armchair in which her customer sat, and pulled at his hand. “No.” “No?” the buxom blonde asked with a perplexed knit in her brow. “No. Sit back down and let me think about this.” Wally returned the hand to the chair’s left arm and watched the hourglass figure return to the quilted mattress whose springs squeaked slightly when she eased her weight back onto the quilt. Wally stared at the woman not much younger than he and stared at the large breasts complemented by the v-shaped collar of her white blouse illuminated by the room’s solitary lamp. “What is there to think about, sir? You paid for the night—” |