"Crap! I wish I hadn't seen Ricky on the sidewalk."

"You will be fine for 31 minutes. You will be dead in 32 minutes."

Sunday, October 28, 2012


Vegas Wenches by James L. Rubel
(Merit Books, 1961)

"She looked as if she were preparing to put a bundle on a horse at Hollywood.  The gun was no longer in her hand.  She glanced once at Sam, then with an enigmatical smile she moved in the direction of the dresser. 

From the way she was working at the zipper of her dress, it looked as if she intended to do another strip act. 

In a moment he found out she was.  The dress slid off first, she stepped out of it, hung it over the back of the nearest chair.  She removed all the pins from her hair, permitting it to fall loosely down over her shoulders and her bare back. 

She wore neither panties or brassiere under the dress.  She was back where she had been when he'd first found her in his room." (p.58)
"She used her nymphomania to get  him to join her ravishing rogues. . .
You'll never in your wildest dreams imagine how this group of voluptuous hussies used him to satisfy their larcenous lusts and their uncontrollable hungers."

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