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 … just my type too. He just left before you came in."

"He must have been something," Paul exclaimed. "I've never seen you like this."

"Honey, he was a bitch's dream of heaven."

"Maybe he'll be back … you might try tomorrow … there's always tomorrow." Paul rose from the chair and patted Grover's drooped shoulder. "Thanks. I hope you get him … Grover." He started to leave but Grover hung on to him. "Wait," he gasped. "I think that's him … it is him." Grover was breathless. "It is … that's him over there by the door … see?"

Paul saw him and his heart beat furiously, for from that distance he could have sworn he was looking at Gaylord; an older, sophisticated Gaylord. "He looks like Gay, doesn't he, Grover?"

"A little … only better … and he's here. Go on over and let's see what happens. I'm so excited." Grover let out a soft high giggle.

"Go on, Paul … get him."

"Oh …"

"Go on before he leaves."

"Should I?"

"You should … you'd better grab him before some other queen sees him. He won't be free long when the vultures see him. Wouldn't you hate to see some whore get this gorgeous thing? You know what they say about men … and I think he's willing … if he don't find someone he'll turn to a whore … I know the type … you've been carrying on over that ass-hole Arnold long enough. And this kid from Texas is too sissy. He'd make a good sister but who'd be the husband?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Get you, girl … I knew you when … now go on. You're only young once and I say when love calls … answer … if you have to hog-tie them."

"I guess you're right," Paul grinned. "Guess I could stand a pickup after what happened last night. Well, here goes … I hope he doesn't talk with a lisp … if he does I'll kill myself."

"He doesn't honey," Grover said. Then he screamed softly, "Fly girl … he just left the lobby … fly before the bats get him."

And Paul walked rapidly out of the hotel leaving a nervous and grinning Grover. 285