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"Judson Grey" = a.k.a. Jim Harmon + Ron Haydock
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"Judson Grey" = a.k.a. Jim Harmon + Ron Haydock
It was too bad, Millie
was telling herself, that women must wear bras, or must wear any clothes at all
for that matter. They are always so much nicer and breathless to behold when
they are naked. A female should be allowed to walk around nude whenever she
wanted to. That would be the way Millie would want it. And one day, that
was going to be the way it would be.
The Golden Amazon herself had said so. All the women in all the countries of
the world could be naked whenever they chose to be, letting other women see
them, crave them. It would be a good life, Millie decided.
A glowing juke box began blaring the annoying sounds
of rock n' roll music, a mad symphony of electric guitars, saxophones and
rim-shot drum beats drowning out the steady, persistent conversations of the
people gathered around.
LeFarge sipped his coffee and stared at two lovely
breasts.
They were prominently displayed on the body of the
attractive brunette waitress who had just cleared his dirty dishes from the
lunch counter. She saw him looking at her and smiled. He didn't think she was
minding his stare.
Then the breasts came up to him.