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...time, received a steady stream of predawn customers in a room directly across the courtyard. ("You know he's in," the night clerk said, "when the phone lines all light up at once.") Approached for an interview about his trade, the wanted man, a tattooed giant on a bed surrounded by a clutch of weary party girls, merely said, "I'm busy. I don't have time now." Last week the alleged dealer was arrested in another Billings motel in a raid that netted several ounces of what police identified as meth. Said a motel employee about her fugitive lodger...
Porter Square also boasts Boston Bed and Bath,where you can pick up a compact summer foldingchair for under $15, perfect for those balmy daysin the Yard. For those with less stringentbudgets, Pier I Imports is located just upstairs...
...these kids had clearly already gone further sexually than many adults, so Towle didn't waste time preaching the gospel of abstinence. She gave her young adventurers some reading material on the subject, including the classic women's health book Our Bodies, Ourselves, to help bring them closer in bed. She also brought up the question of whether a G-spot even exists. As her visitors were leaving, Towle offered them more freebies: "I sent them out the door with a billion condoms...
...does his all too customary stage-Irish routine: "Begod, Sir, you'd never think the man was from Cork, atall, atall..." And here is our thoughtful memoirist on his conduct during his first wife's first pregnancy: "There was many the night I wouldn't return to the marital bed, as there would be the bed of a nubile, adoring young thing to be tried for the resiliency of its springs, and whose walls needed acoustical testing...
...into the Colored Waifs' Home, an institution bent on refining ruffians. It was there that young Louis first put his lips to the mouthpiece of a cornet. Like any American boy, no matter his point of social origin, he had his dreams. At night he used to lie in bed, hearing the masterly Freddie Keppard out in the streets blowing that golden horn, and hope that he too would someday have command of a clarion sound...