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"For what?" " Wait. I tell you." She walked back across the room and sat down hard on the bed. The springs protested, rocking her slightly and making her breasts jiggle enticingly. Taking cigarettes from the table, she lit one and then flopped back on the bed, blowing smoke at the ceiling. Alex followed her and sat down on the bed. "What will you tell me?" "What you desire to know." Gloria breathed out and twin jets of bluish smoke squirted out of her nose to join the already stale air in the room. "But you must not tell anyone it is me who says this thing, Entiende?" "I understand." |
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"It is that pig Manuel. He tell me, keep you in my bed all night. When you wake up, tell you your friends themselves are tired of waiting for you. That they leave. Maybe ... how you say, enojado?"
"Angry?"
Si, that is it. Angry. That is the thing Manual tell me to do.
But you didn't?"
The girl tried to shrug lying down. The movement rippled through her breasts, quivering them like jello. "No."
"Why not?"
She looked at Alex disdainfully. "What good you to me? You sleep all time. So I put you in street."
"After taking my money and my wallet and jewelry."
She shrugged again, with the same phenomenal results as previously.
Who is this Manuel?"
"Manuel Ramos. He is, how you say, pimp. He gets girls, makes them work for him." She shivered. "He is very mean, hard man."
"How do I find him?"