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heard the bra strap whap against her skin. She flinched and yelped.
'Hey!'
Doug and Cyndi laughed from the other side of the sofa, and Lou felt a surge of relief.
Sheila scurried off his lap, being careful not to spill her rum Coke. 'Aren't you nice,' she said. 'I was just trying to cheer you up.'
He grinned at her as she backed away. 'That cheered me up.' He looked at Lou and raised his eyebrows. 'Did that cheer you up, Louie?'
Lou couldn't hold back a smile. 'Yeah, sure did.'
'What a bunch of assholes,' she said. Shaking her head and laughing, she twirled her middle finger through the air. Then she sat on the floor in front of Lou's chair. He leaned over and rubbed her back. 'Anyway, we've gotta find a gal for Buddy and get her over here.'
'I've got a gal,' he said.
'Who, Lisa?'
'That's right.'
Doug, sitting on the far side of Cyndi with one hand behind her back and the other holding a vodka tonic, hunched forward to look at Buddy. 'Guess she's all yours now, huh?'
'Yep. Now that Maxi-pad's gone to that big jungle in the sky.'
Cyndi laughed and said, 'That's terrible.'
'Sick,' agreed Sheila.
Lou wondered how the girls would react if they knew who'd sent Maxwell to that big jungle in the sky.

 
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