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 "Ya look full of piss and vinegar … What didja do last night; or should I ask?"

Gaylord gave out with a little giggle. "Nothing," he said, making his nose wiggle.

"Oh, yeah? Like hell you didn't. It's written all over your face." He shifted in his seat and placed a crooked elbow, over the back of it. He looked grinning at Gaylord. "You've got more darn girls in this town, I bet … Was it good?"

Gaylord laughed at the accusations. "I wasn't out with any girl last night … I just feel good this morning … Did I tell you we're going to New Orleans tomorrow, Glenn?" Unconsciously, he spread his legs and rubbed between them. "Darn these shorts," he said with disgust.

"What?" asked Glenn, looking at the hand pulling at the trousers.

"Oh, I've got on a pair of shorts that's tight as all get-out. I should have put on another pair … Did you ever wear a pair that cut?"

"I sure have."

"That's exactly what I've got on right now … Feels like I've got ants in my pants."

"Maybe they're not ants but something else."

"What?"

"Crabs."

"Crabs?"

"Maybe you caught some crabs last night. They're easy to get."

"Glenn Rogers," giggled Gaylord. "I told you I wasn't out with a girl last night."

"You don't have to be out with a girl to get crabs."

They both laughed heartily but Gaylord did not go into the subject any more … In fact he changed the subject.

Students strolled down the sidewalk that ran parallel with the street. Some carried stacks of books under their arms, a serious expression in their eyes; others seemed carefree, their empty arms swinging carelessly at their sides. A door opened and a girl with flaming red hair emerged. She stepped from the wooden steps onto the long slab of cement that continued down the street.

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