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 alive." Then to the crowd, "As long as they're alive, is my motto, girls. 'Course sometimes you find some walking around that should be buried."

"Or … Dusty."

"Ok, baby. Give the old broad a little time. How about;-you always hurt the one you love … or … who put the sand in the vaseline?"

A voice shouted, "Or?"

"Or," laughed Dusty, "take the dice away from the baby, before he craps on the floor."

"Or?"

"Or … she was only a woodman's daughter but you should have seen her wrest-hole, or, she was only a wrestler's daughter but you should have seen her box."

"Or?"

"Or … hell … Too many or's in the house tonight. Sounds like all the or's from Basin Street are here tonight."

More giggles and applause.

"Or?"

"Or … who lit the fuse on Mrs. Murphy's tampax …"

"Or … or … or …" they shouted.

Dusty laughed a throaty laugh … "Now … as I said once before, I've got this cute trick from Texas out there in the audience, and he asked me to do a number for him. Please be very quiet while I get in the mood … as if I'm ever out of it." She giggled and wiggled. "'Course you all know I'm going to try and make the kid tonight, don't you?" She paused, then … "Don't explain it to her, daddy. Show her what I mean," she cried to a boy and girl who were holding their sides, their faces beaming with laughter.

"How does she think of all those things to say?" grinned Gaylord at Paul.

"I don't know … Goes on like this all night."

Dusty turned to a pale faced boy seated at the piano. "How about some real sexy music, Camille, to get me in the mood."

He smiled back at her and ran his fingers over the keyboard, playing, "A Pretty Girl is Like a Melody."

"I'm not doing a parade number, Clarissa … I'm trying to make 197