Rubbing his hands together and hunching his shoulders, he looked at the reservation book. He was not satisfied with the small number of reservations. Disappointedly, he walked towards the bar and said, "Hi, Johnny! Doesn't look like much business tonight."

"Well, let's just hope," Johnny said. As he ended, someone shouted from the party of four, "George! Come here a minute."

The maitre d' looked straight towards the table and recognized the group. "Well, Mr. Finegold! I didn't recognize you-it gets so dark in here, y'know," he called while walking towards the table.

"George, I want you to meet these two beatiful girls, Judy and Carrol. Oh, and you know Sam."

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"Sure, sure," he walked towards the girls and kissed their hands.

"Listen, George! Who are those girls over in the other corner?" Mr. Finegold asked as he indicated them to George. "They look to me like some kind of nuts."

George looked towards the two girls who were sitting close to each other, just as before, quiet and happy. "I never saw them before in this place," George volunteered. "I'll take care of them. How about another round of drinks for you, huh?"

"Yes, bring us another round."

"A pleasure," George answered, and then walked again to the bar. "Johnny, what's going on here?" he asked while pointing at the corner.

"I was just telling Otto the same thing about them," Johnny answered. "They've been sitting there since five thirty."

George saw Otto pushing a wagon with two cups of soup on it. He went to him and whispered, "Serve those girls quickly." Otto nodded his head in obedience.

Soon it was nine o'clck, and the two girls were still sitting quietly, talking in low tones. Otto tried to snoop a few times, but they cut the conversation quickly. They had finished their dinner a long time ago and had had a few after dinner drinks. Several times Otto approached to collect his bill, but he was refused and sent to bring more drinks.

Within the next two hours all the customers had gone, but the two girls were still sitting there. The hour was approaching eleven. George and Otto were standing by the bar. George was discussing his varied experiences and his knowledge of girls like the two at the corner table.

"Boy, if somebody gave them to me, I'd break their skulls in a minute," Johnny, the bartender, said.

"There are thousands of them in every city," George asserted.

The girls ordered another round of drinks. When Otto brought them, they asked him to strike a match to the liqueurs. Otto complied with the request nicely but nervously. The girls raised their heads and saw him clearly. His large brown eyes under their heavy brows sparkled in the candlelight. He seemed a little shy. A smile on his clear and cleanly shaved face gave him a pleasent look. Their fixed and steady eyes upon him seemed ro un-nerve him. He was a bit short of breath and his whole body seemed to pulse with a steady but almost imperceptible beat in time with the candles. As he bent to flame the liqueurs in the glasses, the sharp-cut outline of his amply endowed manhood under the tissue-thin material of his tight pants was clearly visible in almost specific detail. It made a shadow on his black, halfshiny pants. The girls noticed it with curiosity but without embarrassment.