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The weekend captiveWe're having a party and we've gotta have someone to dance with," he added, winking at the others. "Put on a record, Billy." "Hugh," Jenny called back. "Get those bastards out of here. And take yourself and Billy with them." "Oh, no you don't," Hugh yelled. "You can't order me and my mates about like that…" He was about to change his tone, to cajole his cousin, when he was brushed aside as Tiger, Jim and Billy crashed forward, their shoulders hitting the frail door, bursting it open. "Aha, the ladies are dressed for a party," said Billy, admiring the long maxi-dresses the girls were wearing. He grabbed Jenny around the waist. "My dance baby?" he asked. Jenny saw that there was no use arguing now. They would wreck her flat if she and Linda didn't join in the party. The hard streak in the model was beginning to show: Linda would have to look after herself if the worst came to the worst. Anyway, her resistance was at a low ebb after the pot, the drinks and sex she had enjoyed. If only that creepy "Sludge-Pump" hadn't turned up, she moaned to herself ...» |
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