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 speak, Blake said with a quick appeasing smile, "No, I think you ought to have a hamburger." And he told the girl. "Two of the biggest hamburgers you've got, beautiful, and a couple of cokes. And some potato chips."

"I'm not that hungry, Bob."

"Yes you are."

Gaylord shook his head. "Well," he grinned, "you're the boss."

Gaylord looked at the girl. She was studying Blake. He thought, she would let Bob have her without any talking … she wouldn't say no … she looked as if she'd enjoy having him in bed with her.

"Anything else ya want?" she slyly asked.

"Want anything else, Gay?"

"No thanks."

"Guess that's it … Oh, bring me a package of cigarettes."

"What kind?"

"What kind ya got?"

"You better take Eagles. They're mild and won't stunt your growth," she assured him, returning his wink.

Blake laughed, "Okay, Eagles it is."

Gaylord blushed, realizing he was looking at Blake's legs. Remembering the same look in Thelma White's eyes; wondering if Blake was only kidding, or meaning his remarks. He hated the look on the girl's face and he was near hating her too. He looked into Blake's lap again and saw the bronze hands groping between the thick thighs. He felt alone and loveless in a bitter, heartless world, hating himself at the same time. I wish I was like Bob, he cried silently between clamped teeth … why can't I be? Why?

Blake broke his thoughts. "I wish we'd have come in your car, Gay," he grinned. "Bet that ugly cunt would have really tried to date us then."

"I don't think you need a different car."

"You don't?"

"She'll go with you."

Blake laughed, said, "Oh, yeah … damn," he doubled his fist over his groin, "I've got to take a leak … how about you?"

"I don't have to."

"Sure?"