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"Ask the taxista to take you to La Casa de Los Angeles--- house of the angels. Maybe Manuel there." "Thanks." Alex stood to go. Grabbing him, the girl tried to pull him down on the bed. "Don't go yet. Not enough time. Maybe Manuel find out you here and he come here to kill me, he think maybe I tell you something." |
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"All right. I'll wait a bit."
The girl squirmed over on the bed to let him sit more comfortable. What you do when you find Manuel?"
"What I can!"
"Bad?"
"Maybe."
"Good." The girl blew a smoke ring into the air. "This Manuel, he is no good!"
"How do you know?"
The girl rolled over on her stomach and pulled her panties down over the soft globes of her buttocks. Each cheek was dappled with round, white spots that stood out against the darker olive of her skin.
"My God! What caused that?"
"Manuel," the girl said simply. "He take cigarillo, you know, and "ssst!"
Wonderingly Alex reached down to touch the smooth, brown flank and run his fingertips over the white spots. The girl shivered under the cool touch of his fingertips but Alex couldn't feel any scar tissue.