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Even Tozzi had to admit that she gave him a hard-on the first time he saw her. But what the hell was this all about, turning up the TV and making everyone deaf? What the hell was this, a pervert bar, for chrissake?
    Tozzi shrugged and looked at Gibbons. “I don’t get it. Is this supposed to be funny?”
    “This is your favorite commercial, isn’t it, Toz? Didn’t you tell me that?”
    Tozzi closed his eyes and shook his head. He couldn’t believe this. This was fucking juvenile. No, it was worse than juvenile coming from an old guy like Gibbons. It was senile. Anything to bust balls. Ha, ha, ha.
    “Now, tell me the truth, Tozzi, and be honest. Have you or have you not been telling me for the past month that if you could have one wish before you died, it was to have fifteen minutes alone with the Pump-It-Up Girl? Tell the truth now. Did you say that or am I crazy?”
    Roy was howling. The music on the commercial was still thumping as the two-tone blonde worked that barbell, showing off that incredible bod as the voice-over described the spa’s facilities.
    “All right, all right. I admit it. I did say she was nice. So what of it?”
    “But did you say that you wanted fifteen minutes alone with her?”
    Tozzi just looked at him. Roy was splitting a gut as he reached up to turn down the volume on the TV. Everyone at the bar was watching them, flashing these big dopey smiles, like they expected something else to happen.
    Tozzi lowered his voice. “Yeah, okay, if it’ll make you happy, Gib. That’s what I said. I said I wouldn’t mind having fifteen minutes alone with the Pump-It-Up Girl. Okay? You happy now?” He glanced up quickly at the two-tone blonde before the commercial ended and sighed. His young-babe days were over. He wouldn’t know what to do with a girl like that.
    Gibbons was smiling with his teeth. “Well, Toz, your wish is my command.”
    Someone tapped Tozzi on the shoulder then. He closed his eyes and started to turn around, expecting to see a goddamn cake shaped like the Pump-It-Up Girl with a million candles sticking out of the boobs like two flaming porcupines. But he was wrong.
    “What the—?”
    She rested her forearms on his shoulders and played with the hair at the back of his neck. The tawny come-hither eyes were calling to him. The pouty ruby lips were right there in front of him. That two-tone, bronze-gold hair was all over the place. And those incredible boobs—they just floated there, suspended in space right under his chin. He tried not to stare down her cleavage, but it was a real struggle.
    “Hi, Tozzi,” she said.
    “Uh … hi.”
    Gibbons and Roy were in tears. The crowd closed in, the lawyers and the Wall Street types going bug-eyed to get a good look at her chest. The horny bastards were drooling all over the floor.
    “Jesus Christ, that really is her,” Tozzi heard one of them say. “It’s the Pump-It-Up Girl.”
    “That’s her boyfriend?”
    “Lucky bastard.”
    Tozzi turned toward the envious voices, but she turned his face back around with one finger on his chin and leaned her forehead into his. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Tozzi.” She had the kind of pouty voice you’d expect to come out of those lips.
    Tozzi could feel his face heating up like a toaster.
    “My name is Stacy. Stacy Viera.”
    “Nice to meet you … Stacy.”
    “Hey, c’mon, Toz, is that the best you can do?” Gibbons was having a fucking ball.
    It was at that moment that Tozzi realized he had his hands on the Pump-It-Up Girl’s waist. He suddenly became very self-conscious of them, so he quickly put them on her bare arms and gently undid the embrace. The touch of her skin felt very nice, firm but soft at the same time. He could feel himself getting hard. The goddamn thing had a mind of its own. He stared into her face and decided she couldn’t be more than twenty. Exactly half the age he was going to be in two weeks. Old enough to be her goddamn father. All of a sudden he wasn’t