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what kind of a man are you, no decent girl dances like that!!!" rolled off him, and he hardly noticed the beautiful stage make-up being sponged away and the costumes packed. In fact, he only regained full contact when they were seated at the entertainer's table with her customary long, thin drink. He was aware of Maria as a sort of sneer inside their head, but mostly of the manager, panting with excitem ent and praising his act in the most fulsome terms. "Ivory, you were so marvelous I'm raising you $50 a week, he ended, and leaned way over, sealing the bargain with a creat, big, wet, Sicilian kiss! Steve rose like a rocket to pursue and murder this monster, but the tailored skirt flipped him neatly back into the chair. When he recovered, Maria was back in control, so he settled for wiping his mouth until it was almost bleeding, and then calling for a double whiskey, straight. This was not only an ideal solvent for what ailed him, but provided an excellent excuse for taking Maria home womewhat less sober than usual. Wise to the laws of chemistry, he was counting on the obvious but seldom recognized fact that the amount of alcohol which is harmless in a 165 lb. body can be devastating in a lesser one - and Maria weighed 132! So he demanded, and got, his normal number of drinks, and eventually took home a rather confused young electrical engineer. They had agreed to duplicate the previous night in every possible detail, as neither had the faintest idea as to what the important variables might be, so that 1:35 AM became zero hour. They had plenty of time to arrange the zombie neatly in Maria's bed, lightly bandaged into her exact sleeping position, while the tubes in his hay-wire unit were warming. They even placed the proper key in his pocket, so that if necessary he could re-enter Steve's place. Shaving him seemed like a nice idea, but Maria's leg razor looked rather inadequate; and Steve assured her with hypocritical sincerity that it would be much easier after he was

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