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‘You’re living in the past. Julius doesn’t. He gets around with kids. He speaks our
language. He’s willing to trip, or call a pig a pig. He knows where we tick and
he activates the hormones we consider essential. But he is one hundred percent
brotherly. He doesn’t talk about racial integration and ignore the fundamentals.
I’ve seen him in bed with a coloured girl and a white girl. Both at the same
time. I first met Julius when he visited L.S.E. There was an American there - I
believe his name was Markam. Anyway, this Markam tried to seduce me - without
success …’ and she laughed sarcastically. ‘He gave me the impression of being a
hot minute and nothing more. You know the American type - all mouth and
rabbit-action!’
Bob
grinned. He loved her description. What most Americans did not appreciate was
that English girls happened to like their sex as much as the men. The nagging,
stock-buying Yankee wife on her pedestal did not apply when it came down to
brass tacks and Englishwomen. Reserve dammit - the London girl had more ummph
between her toes than ten American beauties between their thighs.
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