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prowling back and forth like that. |
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He ignored her, paused again and put his ear to the door. |
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"What the hell's the matter with you?" she complained. "If I wasn't in the mood, you'd be pawing all over me." Peggy pulled the covers back to reveal her total lack of bedtime attire and blew him a kiss. "Come on over here," she whispered huskily. ''Let little Peggy show you something that's a helluva lot more fun than listening to the couple in the next room." |
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Charlie held his index finger up to his lips and made a shushing sound. He had his ear pinned to the door again. |
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"Drop dead, you bastard," she hissed, jerking the covers back up and over her nakedness. |
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Charlie's face broke into a toothy grin, something it seldom did, and he whispered, "At last, I think they're leaving." |
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"Good riddance, I say," she shot back at him. "Can I tell you something, lover boy? Your brother and that frigid bitch he calls his wife are two of the most boring, fucking people I have ever spent an evening with. So they're gone. Big deal! Now, come to bed. Mama Peggy's got a little surprise for you." |
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Charlie walked across the room and, to Peggy's surprise, pulled his suitcase out of the |
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