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delay the competition. One really cute precocious teen girl regularly got free ice pops to just take a long time deciding which Humor flavor she would have today, paid for by the Piper. It was a great strategy for the Piper, and - who knows - training for her, for her future. "Mr. Piper, which skirt do you like better?" holding up two hangers, each with minimal cloth, as Billy pondered the choice. "The blue one, Beverly. Your mother let you wear those?" "She hemmed them!" Marcus, amused whispered, "Hi, Yank, you got candy bar?" thinking that although Beverly would never be a president, maybe she could seduce one. Billy had concerns, however. "Beverly. Sweetie. Just slow the man down. Don't get him put in jail. It's just a friendly little ice cream man competition. Don't go too far. OK?" "I had him here twenty minutes, yesterday. I bet Jen - You know her? Over on Beech? - I bet her that I could keep Ozzie parked for thirty minutes. I'm not going to wear a bra - I didn't tell her that! Anyway. The blue one? Huh? OK - with a chiffon blouse. I'll have him here till next Thursday!" Her eyes were like that of a tiger fixed on a lame deer. Marcus picked up Billy's getting out of hand vibes with his slow, "Ozzie?" and thought that a lot of ice cream was going to melt. "Beverly, maybe your dad could help you choose the blouse," a fairly clumsy probe. "Screw him. He can rot in hell. Ran off with some whore bastard." "Hmmm. Uh.. Well.. mmmm, I like the blue one." Billy was backing up nodding his head and plopped himself back onto his never never seat on the freezer compressor, "Drive." As they resumed their trek, he warned, "I'm thinking, maybe, better put some