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Polack knows how to smell a kielbasa to make sure it’s real and slip it inside a hunk of doughbread she whipped up out of natural ingredients from a delicatessen at one o’clock in the morning, and when she came out of the bedroom wrapped in a bath towel, all peasant legs and cow-busted with a lovely people grin showing through teeth that tore the sandwich apart, I laughed and turned the Beethoven down on the record player and poured the rest of my beer in the glass.
    â€œThat old man’s pretty hot stuff,” Charmaine told me.
    â€œBig?”
    â€œNope, just talented. Kind of like surprised me.” She tore the sandwich in half and paused a moment. “Hey, Dog, he ain’t ...”
    â€œNo relation,” I said. “It would be a hell of a thing for a kid to buy his old man a piece, wouldn’t it?”
    â€œGuess so. Didn’t they used to do it the other way around?”
    â€œThat’s what I heard. They gave him a year to get some hair around his gizmo and the kid got treated to a whorehouse job on his birthday. Poor slob, he probably sweated, couldn’t get it up, tipped the dame a bundle to lie to his old man and went home bragging about the experience.”
    â€œYou do it that way?” she asked me.
    â€œSugar, I was an old pro by the time I was twenty.”
    â€œHow about twelve?”
    â€œI was an old amateur,” I said. “Hunter treat you kindly?”
    â€œA dream. I think maybe I’ll specialize in old men.” She bit into the sandwich and sat down opposite me, the towel falling open before she rearranged it. Then she leaned back and propped her feet on the glass-topped coffee table.
    â€œWill you cross your legs or something,” I said.
    â€œUh-huh.” She finished the sandwich and licked her fingers. “Do I embarrass you?”
    â€œNo, but you get me horny and I’m tired.”
    â€œYou got Marcia all pooped out. You like my room-mate?”
    â€œGood kid.”
    â€œA crazy kook. She was an acid head until I straightened her out. Always giving it away. Now she meets the right people. She thinks you’re out of sight. What’d you do to her?”
    â€œShe needed loving. Incidentally, I’m sending her to an old buddy of mine tomorrow. She’s going to get a job.”
    â€œShe told me. One-fifty a week taking dictation. What a way to ruin a good hooker.”
    â€œSorry about that.”
    â€œI’m not. She graduated from Pembroke, y’know. Me, I barely made Erasmus High in Brooklyn. I wish somebody had done that for me.”
    â€œCome on, Charmaine, you like it this way.”
    â€œOnly because I’m a nympho. I only know two other girls who really get their rocks off when they’re making it for pay with a guy. Maybe I’m the total professional. How’d you ever find me anyway?”
    â€œJoe Allen in Belgium. Remember?”
    â€œHo, old Joe. He wanted me to get tattooed.” She smiled at me and looked for more crumbs on her palm to lick. “He ’told me about you too. I didn’t believe it.” Her eyes flicked toward the other closed door. “Marcia says old Joe was not lying, repeat, not lying.”
    â€œI try harder,” I said.
    â€œThat’s what Marcia says. Why ring the old man in too?”
    â€œJust to make sure he doesn’t have to lie when he kills me.”
    â€œThat’s about that ten grand, isn’t it?”
    â€œEven great lawyers will tell a prostie anything, won’t they?”
    â€œLook at Mata Hari,” she said.
    â€œAnd look what happened to her. She got banged the real hard way.”
    â€œYou guys are nuts,” Charmaine said.
    â€œAll nuts,” I repeated.
    â€œBalls,” she laughed.
    â€œThat’s what I said.”
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    We sat in the Chock Full o’ Nuts mopping up the plate of eggs with crisp toast, two guys watching the early shift of New York go to work