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…going to bed with a good woman can relax a man…going to bed with a bad woman can relax a man twicet…iffen he is a good man…

Monroe D. Underwood

Betsy blew in at three twenty-two.

I just happened to notice.

I pretended I was asleep.

Betsy slipped into bed.

She was very warm and very soft and very smooth.

She started biting on my shoulder and blowing on my neck.

It was probably the blowing on my neck that did it.

About four o’clock Betsy said Chance you’re just a big pushover.

I shrugged.

I said I ought to be.

I said I work very hard at it.

Betsy said tell me something.

She said are you getting over Candi Yakozi?

I shrugged.

I said Candi who?

Betsy said I see that you don’t even know her.

I said that’s right.

Betsy said believe me you really don’t.

She said Candi does weird things.

I said like go to bed with private detectives.

Betsy said oh worse than that.

Betsy said once she took the garbage out while wearing nothing but her panties.

She said at noon.

I said well it beats going out stark naked.

Betsy said not by much.

Betsy said you know what kind of panties Candi wears.

I shrugged.

I said as a matter of fact I didn’t even know she wore panties.

Betsy winced.

She said I guess I asked for that.

I said it’s a wonder she didn’t get raped or arrested.

Betsy said she did.

I said which?

Betsy said she got raped by the cops who arrested her.

I said speaking of rape there is some old woman who is raping bartenders.

Betsy said that’s utterly impossible.

I shrugged.

I said okay.

I said let’s get some sleep.

Betsy said why don’t we have a good-night cigarette first?

We had a whole bunch of good-night cigarettes.

Dawn was breaking when Winston chirped us to sleep from the window ledge.

Betsy is sort of wonderful to be with.