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Henry’s client was quiet in the darkness, and then she spoke. “When I asked for a talk, this wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“You asked, and I delivered.” Henry nudged his partner onto her back and rolled over on top of her. He assumed the proper position with eyes screwed shut, and then rolled off of her.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. Be right back.” Henry circled the bed and retrieved the magazine from the headboard, where Calvin said it would be, before stepping into and locking himself in the bathroom.

Henry opened the page of the August Ninety-seven issue of Playboy marked by a post-it with “Hope this helps, Gringo” scrawled on it. The stud stared down at the Hot Springs, Arkansas glossy goddess with a twenty-four inch waist and a thirty-six inch bust for a long while, turned off the bathroom light, and advanced to the bedroom, where his client had crawled beneath the covers.

“Are you ready to try again?”

Henry ripped away the corner of coverings nearest the bathroom and slid beneath them. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” He screwed his eyes shut once more, this time maintaining a firm vision of Miss August.

“Ooohhh, Dick!” Judy Yates gushed from the darkness.


“I don’t know if I can do this again, Larry.”

Cohn looked up at his visitor, over his clasped hands, and then he grinned. “I don’t think the next one’s going to be a problem, Henry.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said about Mrs. Markum! I mean, not every woman who wants to spit out a rocket scientist is old and fat!”

Cohn reached for his pack. “Revolutions take time, Henry.” He kept his eyes on his cigarette and his silver lighter. “The first women to sign up for our service are only going to be the most desperate cases.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Nothing against you.” Cohn motioned with his fuming cigarette at the row of manila folders on a corner of his desk. “You’ve gotten nothing but rave reviews. Just the idea of a respectable woman paying good money to sleep with a stranger so she can have his baby is still revolutionary.”

“But I have a fourteen-ninety SAT!”

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