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Subject: {ASSM} Barbary Bar {mf, exhib, cons, oral}
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Date: Sat, 15 Aug 2009 20:10:02 -0400
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Barbary Bar,  by B-Guy 	{mf, exhib, cons, oral}

Tuesday afternoon, Lucy walked into the Barbary Coast in Stove, Arizona.  It was
just after lunch. Everyone should have been at work, but there were four men
seated in the darkened bar.  Hardcore locals. All the men were in their 50's or
older. The bartender too was late 50's. He had a bald pate and a mousey face. 
Lucy had her hair in distressed brunette bangs.  She wore nylon parachute pants
that rode high on her hips.  She was topped in a long sleeve rugby shirt.  The
group of men were flustered.  The bartender's eyes roved over her.

She left one stool between herself and the last man. Her mind said he looked
ex-Navy.    He wore longish salt-and-pepper hair with an untrimmed beard.  He
looked a bit Charles Manson'esque.  She dropped her soft leather purse on her
barstool.  Her tush nudged against the separating stool.  Old Navy's face looked
forward, but his eyes watched the stool kissing her tightly wrapped behind.

The bartender came over with a yellow smile.  "What'll it be missy?" tossing her
a coaster.   "A Long Island iced tea please" she answered coolly.   Navy's mind
whirred, `A hard drink?  For this popsicle?'  He gave her another watery glance.

She rested on the barstool.  Unzipping the big purse, she began rummaging
through the contents.   Her drink arrived.  She looked at the bartender and
pulled out a coin purse. "Five-fifty" the mousey man said.  She dug in her
little pouch and picked out a folded ten.  At the same time, Navy made a joke
"Last time I saw a purse that big was in Seoul.  I asked the lady what was in it
and she said `shoes'.  `Shoes?' I said.  Sure enough she had three or four pairs
in there.  I asked her what for and she said it depended on where she was going.
Wanted to always have the right shoes" he croaked.   Lucy snickered and pulled
out a twenty instead.  The bartender picked that up and smiled.
 
She sipped her full tumbler and looked over at Mr. Navy.  He seemed alcoholic. 
Thin, puffy shrunken apple face, permanent squint and twisted alkie smile that
seemed to be carved there.  He wore a faded black t-shirt with a vaguely
patriotic image, well worn away.  She stared at his forearm trying to decode the
gnarly green-black tattoo it bore.  She gave up.

One more tug and she set the glass down.  She began digging in the purse again. 
The other men returned to chatting, but it was clear she was the unspoken focus
of the room.  Navy watched her round breast jab the edge of the bar as she
leaned into her big purse.  She emerged with a cell phone and a pen.

She dialed a number and picked up her glass.  When someone answered she said
`Chet?' and stood up and walked away to speak in private. `Chet it's Lucy.  Yes.
No, no, he wasn't there.  Well he wasn't. `   Her voice faded from the men's
ears.  They looked in the bar mirror and watched her strut slowly back by the
juke box while chattering away.  She had a swimmers body and a clear white Irish
face.  Her body was on the petite side.  She had an obvious, and tremendously
hot, derriere.

After a minute or two, she closed the phone and walked back to the bar.  She set
down an empty glass.  Navy thought `she put that away fast', and gave her
another look in the face, appraising it.  She tossed the phone down in a
perceptible huff.  She mumbled "Shit." under her breath.  Navy heard it.
"Problems?" he said not looking at her, nor changing his slumped posture.  His
eyes opened a bit more.  Swiveling on her stool, she looked at him squarely,
"Yes.  And no. It's not important, just inconvenient".   "What's the matter?"
Navy asked sipping his drink.
 
"I had an appointment to look at some custom fiberglass for a project, but the
local craftsman did not show up.  So that's that." She said it rather glumly and
looked toward the bartender.  He came down the bar and said "Another?"  "Surely"
she said.  "Where are you in from?" the bartender asked while pouring. "San
Diego" she answered.  A fat man down the bar leaned over a bit to stare and
listen.  "Sandy Dego's" the barman chuckled handing her another poorly made
cocktail.  "Yeah right" she added.

Old alkies seem ready to talk.  Navy gushed a story to her about San Diego's
flakes.  She laughed out loud and even touched his shoulder.   Navy thought that
she must weigh about 110lbs, and that cocktail was a knife into butter.  She
noticed his Pall Mall's on the bar.  "You smoke? Mind if I bum one?" she asked. 
"Go right ahead" Navy increased his perm-a-smile.

He picked up the pack and handed her one while walking to the rear door.  The
other men watched.  Navy turned around and gave them a dry grin as they exited. 
The men smiled back jealously shaking their heads.

"I'm Baker" he said.  "Lucy" she said shaking his hand and lighting up.  She
took a deep draw and leaned back against the brick building, jutting her hips
forward.  It was a sexy pose only young women could manage without looking
queer.  Baker got to work on her.  He dragged out where she lived, what she did
and why she was in Stove looking at fiberglass.  "I'm buying custom props for
the harbor seal show at Sea World.  I am an assistant animal handler.  <puff>...
But I'm thinking of quitting." Lucy said.

She asked Baker a few questions.  He smoked like a pro, sucking one down and
lighting another before she was half through hers. They were nearly the same
short height.  Baker's hands looked warn and monkey-like.    She pinched at her
hips.  Baker enjoyed her white nylon camel toe. "Why do you hate your job?" he
asked.

"Oh. It's hours and hours working in a dirty pool full of animals.  That water
soaks into you and..it is just so uncomfortable after a while" she waved her
hand frustratingly and took another drag.  Baker was charged up thinking of her
in rubber panties all of a sudden.  His dirty mind censored his mouth and he
said "Do you get rashes from it or something?"
 
Lucy leaned back on her shoulders again with those hips out at him.  Rolling her
eyes she began "The performance swimsuit I have to wear chafes" pointing vaguely
at her crotch creases "but at least that rash goes away, " she hemmed a bit "
that shit water may have given me.. another problem." From the way she said it
Baker knew she meant a plumbing problem. "Oh." He paused, wincing. "Ouch!"

"Yes.  Well no, it doesn't hurt or anything but it. Fwww" she blew out her last
breath of cigarette smoke and stamped it on the ground.  Baker was close behind
as she opened the door to the bar.  Leaning back over her shoulder she whispered
"I think it may have given me a blister or a hive" she said.  At that, they
entered the full bar and it was clear she wasn't going to continue in front of
the others.

She leant on an elbow and looked at the other men.  A very bald 60-something
with a smiling, happy-looking face sat next to Baker. Beyond him a black-haired
obese man was looking at her and wheezing heavily. A thin copy of the bartender
sat on the end.  All but fatty were drinking hard liquor.  She sucked her straw.

Baker wanted to rub her swimmer's belly so bad.  She relaxed and sat facing them
with her legs spread a bit. Her pants were tight around her crotch.  Watching
her outside, Baker spotted visible panty lines. He saw a low rise bikini that
went barely half way up her ass.  He wondered how they stayed up. They didn't
match the white nylon pants either. Baker guessed they may be light blue.  She
faced front again and Baker noticed her free hand move deliberately slowly, as
to not attract attention, which it of course did, to her crotch.  She scratched
it quickly with great subtlety. Her eyes darted to see if anyone noticed. 
Satisfied she relaxed again.

Lucy got up and used the bathroom.  When she got back, her glass was full.  She
looked at the bartender who said "Old Bob bought you a drink".  Lucy said "Oh,
how sweet. Which one is Bob?"  Baker leaned back out of the way and pointed to
the bald old guy with the smiling face.  Lucy took a tug from the brimming glass
and raised her eyebrows .  "Thanks so much Bob. I'm Lucy" she said and walked
over to shake his hand.  She leaned in and gave him a light kiss by his ear. 
All the guys smiled (except fatty).  Bob laughed and said "Thank you pretty
lady!" in his sweet old man voice.  Lucy gave him a wide tooth-filled smile. 
She said hello to fatty, who was named Dale, and the fourth, who was Clark. 
They got close looks at her boobs through the rugby shirt, and at the white ass
wedgie she was sporting.
  
Baker pulled Pall Malls from his pocket and pointed the open pack at her.  She
smiled and looked relieved.  She dug a fresh stick out with her fingernails.  
Outside smoking, she stood with a hand on her hip.  "So did you see a doctor or
get some ointment for it?" Baker decided to see if she could be coaxed back into
talking about her crotch.  "Pffffft.." she said blowing smoke. "I'm scared of
doctors.  They always try to take blood, or give you shots. And their assistants
give me the creeps" she said with disgust.   Baker sympathized and related a
story about someone who got even sicker by going to a doctor.  Lucy laughed and
nodded.

"I was a Navy corporal in the sick bay at Pusan.  Most of the doctors were
drunks, so I ended up doing a lot of the routine work when they didn't report". 
Lucy smoked and paced in circle looking uncertain. "Bet you didn't have to deal
with women's problems though" she said.  "Oh yeah we did.  We got Wac's and
Wav's.  A lot of.." clearing his throat, "VD cases." Baker noticed her eyes
began paying close attention.

She asked for another cigarette without breaking his speech.  "A few
pregnancies. Mild infections and whatnot" he tried to look innocent.  Lucy's
mind had latched on it, he could tell.  "How old were you then?" she asked "Oh,
about your age I guess, 25-27" he answered smiling.  She nodded and smoked.

She paced a while longer.  She seemed to be squirming her legs together
slightly. "Baker.  Would you.. mind.." she trailed off "Looking at it?" he said.
She raised her eyebrows and nodded seriously. "I mean, if it's nothing then I
won't worry about it, but if you say it's bad then I'll go to a doctor" she said
biting her lower lip. "I could do that for you, sure.  Can't be too careful. It
could spread." Baker said.

He watched her back arch and eyes blink.  `Bingo' he thought. `She's worried it
might be VD'.  "Have you had any discharge, or painful urinations?" he asked. 
"No" she shook her head with a worried pout. "When did you first notice it?"
Baker asked.  "Well, I always get a rash after wearing my show swimsuit.  The
water isn't clean.  The animals crap in it.  It's so gross.  A week ago I felt a
tingling sensation and what felt like an itchy spot.  I kept noticing it.  Maybe
it's in my mind but it seems to itch.  I tried to feel it once. It feels like a
lump. I can't really tell what it is".  "Well, we'll take a look." Baker said
tamping his smoke out.  "Go have another drink and I'll get a couple things I'll
need.  Be back in a few minutes" he said reassuringly.  She smiled and nodded
looking relieved. She went back inside the bar and sat down.

Old Bob flirted with her.  Bob's face was smiling.  She beamed back at him.  He
made a comment about the last time a pretty girl kissed him he was twenty years
younger.  Lucy laughed and listened, letting his eyes roll all over her.  Bob
said "Who'd want to kiss an old man like me? But you did. It made my day he he
he".  Fat Dale said jeeringly "Next time sit on his lap, maybe he will do a
little dancing".

Lucy said "Awww but he's so cute!".  Bob smiled. "See? I'm cuter that you Dale"
the sweet man said.  Dale said "You got your kiss for the century.  Just die
already."  "I can get them anytime I want.  Can't I Lucy?" Bob said proudly. 
Lucy put on a cute pouty face and said "Anytime Bob. I'll even sit on your lap
if you want me to.. so there Dale".  Bob said "He he he" slapping his knee. 
"Another round for the fine lady Edgar"   Lucy tried to drain her glass, but it
held too much booze.  She hopped off the stool and walked slightly tipsy over to
Bob.

"See, some guys got it Dale, and some guys don't" she said.  She grabbed the bar
and put a foot up on the footrest of Bob's barstool.  She aimed her round butt
toward his lap.  With one finger stuck in her mouth vacantly, she looked as coy
as Little Annie Fanny.  Bob had a huge smile going as her rump landed on his
lap.  She braced an arm around him while his went around her waist and tummy. 
She kissed him on the mouth and tasted brandy on his lips.   When she broke off,
Bob looked over his shoulder at Dale.  Dale was wide eyed and silently laughing.
His eyes called her `a slut'.  She squinted at him coolly.    Bob was grinning
with her lipstick on his mouth.  She slid off him and adjusted herself while the
men watched.

Baker walked back in through the rear door carrying a small plastic bag.  He sat
down and ordered whisky and lemonade.   Pulling a fresh pack of Pall Mall's out
of the bag, and a lighter, he slid them over to her.  She looked grateful and
said "Oh man. Thanks.  Please put his drink on my tab will you?"  Baker smiled
now. "You missed it Baker" old Bob said.  "Lucy sat on my lap and gave me a big
kiss."   Baker looked back and forth between them puzzled.  Lucy blushed and
laughed.  "Dale wanted to know if Bob had true sex appeal.  I just proved he
did".  Bob said "She sure did."  Baker said "I believe you. Her lipstick is all
over your face. Better get rid that before Maureen sees you".   Lucy tried to
look shocked at his infidelity. "Cheating on me already?  Ain't that a man" she
clicked her tongue.

Baker looked at her intently and said "Smoke?"  She nodded knowingly.  Outside
he said "I've got all I need.  Are you... ready now?"  "God yes. I've had enough
drinks.  Where can we do it?" she asked carefully.  "They'd probably all notice
if we both went to the can together, so how about in the back of my van over
there."  The back side of his faded blue van faced a dry wash.  It looked remote
enough to be private.  Lucy looked wary. `In back of a dirty van? This guy might
be a sicko'  she thought. She shook her head. "Isn't there another room inside
here someplace?"

Baker looked doubtful.  "Edgar has his office, and underneath the place is the
beer cooler, but that's all locked up."  Lucy walked around to another rear
screen door.  The light was on, but nobody was there.  She waved Baker over.
"Kitchen" he said.  Lucy opened the door.  Just inside to the left was a small
bathroom with just a toilet and sink.   She snicked on the light switch.  A dull
yellow bulb lit the little closet.  Its grimy wooden door had a small hasp.  She
glanced about the kitchen again and waved Baker inside.  She closed the bathroom
door and slid the tiny bolt.  It reeked of bleach.  Baker had to stand pressed
between the toilet and the wall for her to have any room.  She turned and looked
at him.

"Do you have enough light?" she asked.  Baker reached into the bag and pulled
out a pen-sized magnum flashlight.  He twisted it on and pointed the bright spot
at her.  His face had that twisted alcoholic grin going again.  She said "Oh,
alright.  Give me a sec."  She turned away from him and faced the mirror.  He
heard her unsnap her pants and slide the zipper down.   She unwrapped her butt
from the nylon parachute pants.  They rustled down her tanned thighs.  She
lifted her rugby shirttail up and tied a knot in it at her belly.  `Sure enough'
Baker smiled, `blue'.  Tight blue panties cupped the bottom of her peaches
firmly.   Most of her milky white tan lined ass was visible.  Hooking fingers on
their sides, she peeked back at him. She had a startled, innocent look as she
pulled her panties down in front of him.

She said "I'm not sure what will be easier for you.  Maybe from the back?"  At
that, she pressed forward her belly over the sink and laid out moving her legs
apart.  She looked like a half naked prisoner about to be frisked by the cops.
Then she looked back at him.

Baker sat down on the toilet and rested one hand on top of her rump. He was eye
level with her ass. She saw the beam of light splash between her legs and felt
his hand slide down and grab one cheek and pull it aside to get a good look at
her naked snatch.  Baker moved his face in close.  She felt his warm breath
echoing off herself.  "Can you see it?" she asked.  "I see you alright, but what
is it I am supposed to be looking for?" he replied.  He could smell her ass and
the musk of her vagina rising out of her.

"Can you feel for the lump?" she asked.  "Is it alright if I touch you?" he
asked.  "I think you'll have too." she answered.   She felt his rough fingers
grab her vulva and pull the slack tissues to one side.   He started fingering
the fatty lobes and pinching her thin folds between his fingers.  He made a
thorough digital examination.  He fanned her pussy lips apart and looked at her
passage.  The light shone on her pink pee tube and shiny vaginal canal.
  
"What are you doing?" she asked.  "What?" he said and froze with his hand
gripping her snatch lips.  "It's not on the outside, it's on the inside" she
said intently.  "Here" she added and reached between her legs to grab his
fingers.  She separated two of them and guided them into her vagina.    She
pushed his fingers just inside the slit. "Now reach in and down, I will guide
you."  Shaking with excitement.  Baker put the penlight in his mouth and
penetrated her.  He held his free hand up and cupped her mound from below. She
arched her back and hissed   "Ooff.  Now.. feel forward, further down... curl your
fingers. .....There!  That's it Oooh! Right there.  Now what is that?!" she said
excitedly.

Baker felt with his calloused pointer.  It felt like he was on her G-spot.  He
pressed his middle finger into the lumpy node between her bladder and pubic
bone.  She said "Ohh! That's it. And just doing that is making it itch.  Can you
scratch it, or would that make it worse? "  Baker dug his nicotine stained
fingernail into her spot and twitched it.  She said `Ohhh ohh that is such a
relief  ghghghghgg.."  She sighed and relaxed her tense stance. Baker felt
secretions forming.   "Is that lump VD?" she asked.

For a few long moments he probed around further inside her.  Finally he smiled. 
"Well Lucy" pulling his fingers out and watching her clam close itself.  He sat
back having felt inside this girl completely.  "I don't think you have anything
to worry about.  That's nothing.  I expected to see a big chancre or some sores.
Not sure why it is itching just there, but I'd say it's nothing."  He rubbed his
wet fingers together and smelled her generous odor clearly enough.

Lucy stood up and untied her shirt, letting it fall and cover herself.  She
pulled up her panties.  She could feel where his fingers had pried and dried her
insides.  Her area was tingling from the nicotine in it.  She stood there. "Oh
god.  It's normal? I'm normal?  Oh what I relief." and sank back against the
sink.  "Thanks Baker" she said.  She held his chin up and kissed his bearded
mouth.  He tasted like an ashtray and Jack Daniels.  As she kissed him again,
she felt his moist fingers touch her thigh. With her lips pressed to his she
slid onto his lap.  He put a hand under her rugby shirt and touched her Buddha
belly.  He pawed her baby fat and slid up her tummy to her bulbous chest.   He
squeezed one of the bra cups.   She tilted her head way back as he clenched her.
Her mouth opened.

Baker sensed she was on fire.  She reached her arms behind her head and pulled
off the rugby shirt and tossed it in the sink.  She unsnapped her skin tone bra
and pulled it away.  He laid his hands on the topless girl.  He kneaded her sun
damaged boobs.   She pressed one to his mouth and started breathing hard.  
Stiff small nipples depressed into his nose and across his scratchy bearded
lips.
  
She let him feel her up for quite a while, gasping.  Then she stood up, turned
and pushed her panties down again and put her arms on the sides of the sink. 
Her ass was pushed out. She leaned forward over the sink with her face to the
mirror.  Baker stood and unbelted his pants.  Hearing him unzip his fly her eyes
flashed at him in the mirror with strange excitement.

He pressed his hot hairy groin against her ass.  She felt his hard cock saddle
between her peaches.  The tip began searching for her slit.   She said "I want
to feel your fingers in me one more time.  Scratch it again."    Baker backed
off and knelt on one knee.  He reached both hands up and pulled her twat up and
open much more roughly.  He rubbed her clit fast and then slid three fingers
down her canal.  He curled into her g-spot and flicked them over her bladder.  
She leaned hard against the mirror with her eyes closed and groaned quietly. 
"Ohh...ahh".  She put a hand on the glass by her face.  Baker scratched the
sensitive node. He fingered her soft bladder and pushed urine up toward her
urator.  A quick spurt of piddle came out of her onto his hand.  Lucy had never
had it driven from herself before. She gave a squeaky inhale "Oh!"   He rubbed
the g-spot aggressively until her eyes opened again in obvious discomfort.  She
gave a grunt of endurance. He left his hand in her.  He put two fingers around
her clit shroud.  He shook it back and forth.  She wriggled, "I can't take it
anymore. Hump me."  His fingers were wrinkly from her fluid when he slid them
out of the pungent sopping wet bag.

Baker pressed in his penis standing doggie style.  He gripped her hips and began
stroking the dry bone further in.  She grabbed his hands and pulled him in
harder.  The veteran's pole pushed her lips up inside and gathered dew.  The
whole length began to pump her lining in and out.  She was quiet but would
occasionally release a meek "oh".  He fucked her slowly and steadily.

He could not tell if she came but she seemed to go limp and stagger forward
after a few minutes.  Her pussy was no longer fighting.  It got even more slack
and soggy.  Baker was having fun. He grabbed around her belly and pointed his
dick around her insides.   Squish, squish, squish, as he drove it in.  He
swirled it round, expanding her flower orifice with it.  It farted when he
pulled way out and dove it in.  There she was, in his mind, by the seal tank in
her cute rubber suit tantalizing the crowd.  Now, here he was with his stork
buried in her distended vagina.

He could see her face.  She was now glassy eyed.  He watched himself taking her.
Not quite there yet.  She turned and he fell out.  She took a seat on the john. 
Fingernails clutched his slippery wad toward her mouth and stroked it roughly. 
She buried the furry thing down her throat.  She hugged his ass as hard as she
could until he could feel her tonsils around his swollen glans.  She pulled back
and gagged.  "Kkkkkkhhht!"  Then sucked and bobbed in earnest.   Baker liked
when she swirled her coated tongue around the hood then stroked him.
 
It was a long tiresome blowjob before he finally blew.  A tablespoon of semen
released into her mouth.  She looked up with a mouth full of white bubbles and
swallowed hard, waving her hand in an embarrassed wince.  "Ew" she said.  She
pinched the whole length of the spent tuber. A post coital drop of clear
prostate fluid flowed out and down her fingers.  She licked it off and tongued
his red swollen slit.  The lazy member was released and hung down.

She pushed him back and stood.  He tried to back away, but she crushed him with
her body.  He tasted his slippery funk in her mouth. His sticky cock pressed
into pussy hair.

He stepped back grinning and raised his pants.  She fanned her sweaty armpits
and grabbed her brassiere.  She ran the water and dabbed her vagina with wet
toilet paper, drying it with paper hand towels.  She pulled up the blue panties.
Baker watched the cotton panel press into the damp fleshy pocket.  She struggled
to pull up the parachute pants over her sweaty thighs.   With a deep breath she
zipped them and snapped the button.   She opened the bathroom door and pushed
him out.

She washed her hands, then reapplied fresh makeup and brushed her bangs.  In a
few long minutes she snapped the lock open and stepped out coolly.  There was no
one around.  She walked back to the rear door of the bar.   She stepped back
inside and walked in.  Everyone had their eyes on her now.  Baker was grinning. 
She asked Edgar for her tab.   Dale said "Did she sit on your lap too Baker? Ha
ha ha."  Lucy blushed and glared at him finishing her stale glass of booze.  She
tipped the barman and looked a bit angry.

She kissed Baker lightly on his cheek, then walked slowly over to the fat man. 
She dropped her purse to the floor and stood like a gunslinger.  "Some people
are jealous of things they could have but are too fat and lazy to get for
themselves Dale."  "Well!" he bellowed "then sit on my lap too then har, har,
har".   Dale had his bar stool spun hard around.  Very quickly she climbed up
and kneeled on top of his thighs.

Grabbing the sides of his head she hovered her mouth near his ear  "undo these
pants in two seconds or you never ever will."  Dale clawed for her waist.   They
unsnapped easily with a `pop'.  He fingered for her fly.  She leaned on his
shoulders staring at Clark and waited for the zipper go down.  A draft of air
hit her lower belly. Sitting up, she pushed them down below her panties.

Her sweaty pussy was wedged in the tight blue sack.   She pushed Dale's fat face
back with a hand and rammed her veiled clit right into his open mouth.  She let
her weight go down hard on his jaw, digging his sharp teeth into herself, right
on the hot spot.  The thin panty material was soaked in saliva.  His warm tongue
scalded her clit. She listened to him struggle to breathe while his teeth chewed
a mouth full of panties and pussy.  She was staring Clark in the face with a
shocked frozen expression while Dale ate her.  She tried to lift off.  He sucked
her back, holding his wide mouth around her dimple and snorting hard.   His
mouth made a wet dark blue circle.

She lifted her hips again. Dale bit her panties between his teeth.  As she
lifted they pulled away in front. Clark and the bartender stood and looked at
her wet pussy hair and exposed jutting clitoris.   She grabbed them from his
teeth and held the crotch aside with her thumb, fully exposing herself.  She
laid her bare pussy in his mouth again.  His tongue worked her and sucked the
loose labia. She smiled and started feeling like she wanted to either pee or cum
so she pulled away.

She slid off the chair and started to pull her pants up.  They were all looking
at her.  "Got nothing to be jealous of now, Dale" Baker said. She gave him a
quick grin and zipped the white parachute pants.  Flipping her hair and smiling,
Lucy strutted out the front door with them still unbuttoned.

Baker decided right then to visit Sea World.

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