Saturday, February 23, 2013

EIGHT DAYS A WEEK: BULK OF THE LOAD


""Heart of Glass" began to play and even more dancers squeezed onto the already jammed-up dance floor.  A long tall dude the color of a Hershey's semi-sweet bar strode over to where I stood.  He had cheekbones clear up to his temples and the whitest smile I had ever seen.  He was shirtless, and as long-muscled as a greyhound, every ripple in his chest and stomach accentuated by the party lights and a sheen of sweat.  His levis hung precariously low on his slim hips, inviting the eyes downward toward a bulge that was, to say the least, impressive.  I thought, "wow.""

--pp. 168-169

Chapter 45 of Larry Duplechan's Eight Days a Week:

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