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find something to eat, have some more drinks.'
'I thought we were gonna give this babe a bath.'
'Not we. Me. She's mine.'
'Hey, man, we helped you get her up here.'
Lou, feeling robbed, nodded but didn't speak.
'Yeah, thanks,' Buddy said. 'Now get out.'
'That's not fair.'
'Come on,' Sheila said, taking hold of Lou's wrist. 'We don't want any part of this.'
Speak for yourself, he thought. But he didn't argue. He let Sheila guide him toward the bathroom door.
'Shit,' Doug said. 'This really sucks.'
'Let's go,' Cyndi told him.
'Buddy.'
'Get off it,' Cyndi said, sounding a little miffed. 'What do you want with her, anyway? You got me. Besides, she's old.'
'She's not that old.'
Moments later, Doug followed Cyndi out of the bathroom. His face was red. He looked as if he might either start to cry or take a swing at somebody.
'One of you shut the door,' Buddy called.
Doug turned around. He slammed it.
'Don't be such a sourpuss,' Cyndi told him, and thrust her fingers under his belt buckle and pulled him up against her.
Lou wished Sheila would do something like that to him. But dragging him toward the door, she said, 'Let's go down and find some food.'

 
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