" "And his sister," Sally said. "Segue back into the subject!" Buddy brightened. "I *didn't* mean-" Sally said. "Why do you think Alan likes wife jok...s so much!" "And *I* say we've done our quota of them for one season!" Sally told him. "A tie vote: We need Rob!" "Rob: Okay! He's not like you; he can *be* reasonable!" "Right. One, two, three..." "What are you doing?" "Everyone seems late on their cues today. Rob should've walked in." Sally shook her head, "This isn't a comedy sketch." "Says. M.I was back at the arcade again last night. I spotted that one white faggot from the night before. He was leaning up against the wall, checking out everyone who entered. He was wearing nothing but a woman's black string bikini, a slave bandana tied Aunt Jemima style, and red lipstick. Every time I’ve seen him outside of the booths, he’s wearing the bandana, a pair of work boots, and black socks. . He nodded to me and I nodded back. He came up to me and asked - maybe a little TOO eagerly, “You. There was no way around it, it was time fer a trip inta town ta stock up on what we needed. Fer one thin', I planned ta git as much powder, caps, an' lead as we could find. I figured that, with a war comin', such was gonna git scarce when the Yankees stopped sellin' it ta the South.We decided ta make it a major expedition an' all of us go. The women did not git ta town very often, an' they all wanted ta go. I ruminated on the question fer all of 10 seconds afore I agreed that we should all go.. I couldn't stop staring at her face (although I did find time to survey the rest of her a few more times). She was wearing jeans and a tight black sweater with horizontal stripes that bent around her sweet little tits. I could have stayed there looking at her for an hour. She wasn't gorgeous, but she was very ... kind of "plain-cute," if that makes any sense. Very, very appealing. Fetching. She looked less than 16. But I doubted she was that young, especially since it was a school day.I.