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to the bed. She conquered the buckle, pulled off his pants, creased them and hung them over the shirt. By then, Harvey had sufficient grasp of the end objective to remove his own shoes and socks. He dropped them to the floor with an unnecessarily loud thud. |
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"Now, sweetie," Cappy instructed, "you crawl under the covers. Give little Cappy a minute or two and she'll be right with you." |
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Harvey didn't budge. He sat in the darkness, staring stupidly back at the woman as she began to unbutton her blouse. With it off and laid over the same chair, she began to undo her bra. It fell to the floor, the part of the show that Charlie had liked intensely. Harvey gave no reaction. |
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Cappy sighed, walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. It was the first Semblance of light in the otherwise darkened arena. The unreal yellow white crept back into the bedroom and she could see him sitting there, pasty white, with repulsive rings of fat bulging out like a bloated donut around the top of his shorts. His shoulders sloped, his chest was narrow and his breasts sagged like those of an old woman. He was blinking like a fat, lazy lizard in the unkind light. |
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She slowly went about the rest of her preparations, stepping out of her skirt, hanging it on the back of the bathroom door, and finally taking off her panties. She applied fresh lip- |
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