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 honey, my real name is Theodore. Isn't that butch … It's too much for me."

"It's too much for anyone," laughed Gene.

"Well then why don't you forget it?"

"It shuts that big mouth of yours … Come on over here and I'll fix you a drink … I want tp grope you anyway … Come on Theodore."

"Again she says it," laughed Cleo.

"All right whore …"

"You mean my profession shows that plain? I'm an expensive whore though, Miss Limbeaux. Got any scotch."

"Sure I've got scotch and here's a penny too. That's more than you've ever gotten for that snatch of yours," cried Gene twisting the ring on his little finger.

"Can't get ahead of that girl," Cleo grinned at Gaylord. "She knows all the answers … She should though … she's old enough."

Cleo took out a cigarette, lighted it, and walked over toward Gene.

"I wish I had some quick poison to put in this drink … whore."

"Wouldn't bother a bit."

"Did you say scotch, honey," Gene asked.

"Yes, girl. You know me. Love that scotch."

"You would, bitch," Gene snickered, as he mixed the drink.

"First class all the way or nothing."

"Nothing, huh." And Gene burst out in a loud laugh. It was the first masculine laugh he had uttered.

"Are they mad at each other," Gaylord whispered to Paul.

"Lord, no … they go on like this all the time. They're very good friends."

"You'd never believe it to hear them talk."

"How do you feel, Gay?" Paul asked touching the other's thigh.

"Think I'm getting dizzy again. Don't let me get drunk, Paul."

"I won't." His hand lingered on Gaylord's leg.

"Will you get me back to the hotel?"

"Sure … don't worry … have fun."

A loud knock on the door almost made Gene drop the glass he was holding.

"Mercy!" he cried. "These manly faggots are driving me crazy."