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but I bet there's plenty of other tricks I could teach you."
    She dropped her eyelashes and looked at me through half closed eyes.
    "Grown up tricks?"
    "That depends on you."
    "I can guess what you're leading up to..." she said.
    "I'm not so sure you do. Do any of you have a guitar?"
    "You play the guitar?" said the boy.
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    He seemed to wake up all of a sudden.
    "A little," I said.
    "Then you sing too," the other girl said.
    "A little."
    "He's got a voice just like Cab Calloway's," the first one put in.
    She seemed to be a little mad at seeing the others talk to me. I'd better take it easy.
    "Take me somewhere where I can get my hands on a guitar and I'll show you what I can do. I don't claim to be the father of the blues himself, but I can play them."
    She looked straight at me.
    "O.K." she said, "we'll go to B.J.'s."
    "He's got a guitar?"
    "She's got a guitar, Betty Jane."
    "It could have stood for Barney, Junior." I exclaimed.
    "Yeah," she said. "She lives over here, come on!"
    "Right away?' the boy said.
    "Why not?" I said. "She's got to be convinced."
    "O.K." the boy said, "My name is Dick. She's Jicky."
    He pointed to the girl I'd danced with.
    "I'm Judy," said the other girl.
    "And I'm Lee Anderson," I said. "I run
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    the bookstore across the street."
    "We know," said Jicky. "Everybody has known it for the past two weeks.
    "That interested?"
    "Sure thing," said Judy. "We could use some men in this town."
    The four of us went out in spite of Dick's objections. They looked rather excited. I still had enough whiskey left to hop them up a little more if necessary.
    "I'm all yours" I said when we were outside.
    Dick's roadster, an ancient Chrysler, was parked at the curb. He took the two girls up front with him, and I made myself comfortable in the back.
    "How do you kids keep yourselves busy," I asked.
    The car took off smoothly, and Jicky got on her knees on the front seat, turned toward me.
    "We work," she said.
    "Schoolwork?" I suggested.
    "That and other things."
    "If you come back here," I said, raising my voice a little because of the wind, "it'd be easier to talk."
    "Maybe," she murmured.
    She again lowered her eyelids.
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    She must have picked up the trick in some movie.
    "Afraid to get in a bad spot?"
    "No-o" she said.
    I grabbed her by the shoulders and swung her over the seat.
    "Hey you," said Judy, turning around, "that's a funny way of talking."
    I was shifting Jicky over to my left, and was maneuvering to grab her in the right spots. She sure was something to grab hold of. She seemed to know what was cooking. I put her down on the leather seat, and put my arm around her neck.
    "Quiet now," I said, "Or I'll give you a spanking."
    "What have you got in that bottle?" she asked.
    1 had my jacket on my knees. She slid her hand in and, I don't know whether she did it on purpose or not, but she hit the right spot.
    "Hold tight," I said, drawing out her hand. "I'll give you some."
    I screwed the metal cap off and offered her the flask. She took a good slug.
    "Leave some for us," hollered Dick.
    He was looking at us in the rear-view mirror.
    "Be a fellow and let me have some, Lee".
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    "Don't worry, there's plenty more."
    He steered with one hand, and stretched out the other towards us.
    "Take it easy, won't you," Judy objected. "Don't land us in a ditch."
    "Don't be a wet blanket. Don't you ever let yourself go?"
    "Never!" she said defiantly.
    She snatched the flask out of Dick's hands as he was about to give it back to me. When I got it, it was empty.
    "Well!" I said approvingly, "feel better now?"
    "Oh! its not so bad," she said.
    I could see the tears showing in her eyes, but she held up alright. Her voiced sounded a bit choked.
    "Damn, said Jicky, "there's no more left for me."
    "We'll go after some more," I suggested.
    Let's get the guitar first and then we'll go back to Ricardo's."
    "You're lucky," the boy said. "Nobody'U