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"I'll feed him Marty, while you dress. Then you can keep him busy while I dress okay?”

Marty took the signal and went into her bedroom to clear away the boy clothes she had taken off. She locked the door and began to dress in a simple shift that zipped up the front. She found a half slip to wear under it and pulled on a tight girdle too. From the jewelry box she selected a pair of blue earrings to match the blue print dress and clipped them on her ears. A touch up with the lipstick and she looked present- able enough to return. "No need for hose or other shoes," she told herself. She returned to the kitchen and found Mark eating heartily. Marie was sitting across from him watching the food disappear.

As Marty walked in, she laughed. "Sit here and watch a miracle. I believe a ton of food could disappear into that mouth.”

Marty poured a cup of coffee for herself after refilling both of their cups and sat down. "If I ate like that." she said softly. I couldn't walk through a door.”

Mark stopped eating long enough to quip: "You girls don't get enough exercise. Sitting around on your fannies is what makes you fat. I stay busy and it doesn't affect me."

They passed and repassed at each other for a few more minutes and Mark finally filled up. “Got time to show me the joint where you work Sis, or have you something else to do?”

"I'm managing a gambling hall now Mark. You wouldn't find that too interesting. There's no one there in the day time. We could ride around for a while if you like?"

"Can gorgeous here go too, or have you turned into a slave driver in your old days?"

“Marty can go along, if you'll keep your meat hooks off of her, you fugitive from a full moon. Won't you ever calm down and find the right girl? You aren't a kid anymore. You are twenty seven now.”

"When I meet the right one Sis, I'll cool it maybe. Sure I'll behave for Marty." He winked at Marty. “Sis thinks I bite.“

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