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 Dusty came toward him, holding a cigarette and a large glass in the same hand. "Hello Dusty," he grinned.

"Hello, darling … How's my dream lover getting along?" Dusty asked. "I see Dracula still has you in his bat-like trance." He looked down at Claude. "For Christ sake, what in the hell are you sweating about. Having hot flashes or something?" Dusty ruffled up the sweating boy's short hair.

"Claude just danced for us … You should have seen him. He was wonderful."

"Honey, he's not sweating from the dance," Dusty laughed. "Are you, Claude. This one starts sweating every time she sees a cute chicken … I've seen this one knock herself out before. He is good … Real good … Move over Paul. Let a lady sit down … You and Claude have had Gay long enough … Go on … move over."

"Oh … you …" Paul uttered.

"Don't you dare call me nasty names, Paul Boudreaux."

Paul took his arm from around Gaylord and moved reluctantly. In a friendly voice, he warned, "Keep your hands to yourself."

"Oh … hell … Mary," Dusty grinned, flopping down between Paul and Gaylord. "Phew … I'm tired." He brought the glass to his mouth and took a deep drink, then a puff from his cigarette. "Tastes good … whew … What's the matter Gay …?"

"Nothing … I … thought you were a girl."

"Did you really? I am, darling," he said with a chuckle. "Feel." He raised his large bosom so that one breast touched Gaylord's right arm. He laughed when Gaylord drew back. "It won't bite honey … only rubber … but it feels like the real stuff … Here, feel it."

Gaylord giggled as he felt the protruding breasts. "Sure does doesn't it," he said with a grin.

"This boy knows all about us girls," Dusty said turning to Paul. "You like girls don't you Gay?"

"Certainly … don't you?" His face turned a deep pink at the personal question.

"Well … they're all right to cook for you or take dancing … but I'd rather have you in bed with me."

Gaylord grinned again and was glad Claude asked, "Gay, may I speak to you a minute?" 214