's owner.

"I figured you for a Latina," he said. "You sure look Latina-like." The smile returned to her face and Elvis' gaze riveted again on the gold tooth just as it caught a ray of sunlight sneaking through a window and reminded him of a stoplight jumping to yellow.

"Niet. Niet. Not Lateena. Ruushan. Budt I eat plenty Meexican foods. Good shtuf. Maybe das vhy I luuk Lateena." She pounded the Army surplus desk, snorting at her own joke, reminding Elvis of his great uncle Fesnicle's pet mule, Sophie. The gold tooth in the girl's mouth was still flashing stoplight amber and Elvis knew right then that there was more than one reason why a good looking woman should keep her mouth shut. The girl picked up a phone and punched the office intercom.

"Hey, bosh. Vie got a live vun. Vanna see heem nhow?" She nodded at the phone, put it down and jerked her thumb at a nondescript brown door with a nameplate emblazoned on it proclaiming Lavonda Heraklion, Attorney at Law. Elvis politely knocked, then went inside.

Whoa! Lavonda Heraklion was built like a linebacker and had thick black eyebrows that shook hands over the bridge of her nose. She had a good start on a mustache, too. Elvis guessed she probably didn't shave her armpits, either. Not that he really wanted to find out, but he knew from personal experience back home in Slippery Sister County that girls with thick eyebrows and mustaches didn't shave their armpits. Elvis always took along some extra underarm deodorant whenever he dated one of them. He didn't really mind the extra body hair, so long as the girl had all the requisite female parts in all the right places. When the lights were out you couldn't see the hair and the underarm deodorant took care of the rest. Really wasn't much choice. Just about everybody back in Slippery Sister was related and some kind of sneaky dominant gene had delivered beetling brows and hairy upper lips to a sizeable percentage of the female population.

Anyhow, after Elvis grew his own mustache he couldn't feel the girls' mustaches when they were messin' around and he grabbed a kiss or
's owner. 

 " I figured you for a Latina, " he said. " You sure look Latina - like. " The smile revert to her grimace and Elvis' gaze riveted again on the gold tooth just as it catch a ray of sunlight sneaking through a windowpane and reminded him of a stoplight jumping to yellow. 

 " Niet. Niet. Not Lateena. Ruushan. Budt I feed plenty Meexican foods. Good shtuf. possibly das vhy I luuk Lateena. " She pounded the Army surplus desk, snorting at her own joke, remind Elvis of his great uncle Fesnicle's pet mule, Sophie. The gold tooth in the girl's mouth was however flashing stoplight amber and Elvis knew right then that there exist more than one reason why a good looking woman should continue her mouth shut. The girl picked up a phone and punch the office intercom. 

 " Hey, bosh. Vie got a live vun. Vanna see heem nhow? " She nodded at the phone, put it down and jerked her thumb at a nondescript brown door with a nameplate emblazoned on it proclaiming Lavonda Heraklion, Attorney at Law. Elvis politely knocked, then went inwardly. 

 Whoa! Lavonda Heraklion was built like a linebacker and had dense bootleg eyebrows that shook hands over the bridge of her nose. She had a good start on a mustache, too. Elvis estimate she probably didn't shave her armpits, either. Not that he really wanted to find out, but he know from personal experience back home in Slippery Sister County that girls with thick eyebrows and mustaches didn't shave their armpits. Elvis constantly took along some extra underarm deodorant whenever he dated one of them. He didn't really mind the excess body hair, so long as the girl had all the requisite female parts in all the right places. When the light were out you couldn't examine the hair and the underarm deodorant learn care of the remainder. Really wasn't much option. Just about everybody back in Slippery Sister was related and some kind of sneaky prevailing gene had delivered beetling brows and hairy upper lips to a sizeable share of the female population. 

 Anyhow, after Elvis grew his own mustache he couldn't feel the girls' mustache when they were messin' around and he grabbed a kiss or
's oaner.

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"I figured you for a LatiNa," he said. "YoU sure LooK LaTiNa-liKe." ThE smile returned TO her Face and Elvis' gaze riveteD agaiN oN The gOLd Tooth Just as iT CaUGHt a RaY oF suNlIGhT sneaKinG througH a window anD reMiNded him of a stOPlIght jumpinG to Yellow.

"Niet. NiEt. NOt LateEnA. RuUShan. BUdt i eat pLenty MEExican Foods. Good ShTUf. MaybE Das vhy I LUUk lateEna." She pounded the ARMy SUrplus desk, snorTing at HeR OwN JOke, RemInding ElviS oF his gREat unclE feSNICle'S Pet mule, Sophie. the gold tootH In tHe girl'S mOutH Was stiLl flaShINg sToplight ambEr anD Elvis kneW right THen that THere was More thAn oNe rEasoN WhY a GooD lOOkiNG wOmaN ShoUld keep hEr MoUth shUt. ThE GIRL picKed Up a pHone aNd punched the oFfiCe inTErcOm.

"Hey, Bosh. VIe goT a Live vUn. VannA see hEeM nhow?" She nodded aT the Phone, put iT doWn And JeRked hER thumb At a NonDescripT brown dOOr wItH A NAmEplate emblazoned on It PROcLaiming LAvonda hErAkLIon, AttorNeY at law. ELVIs polItelY KnOcked, theN went iNSiDe.

whoa! LavOnDa HeraKlIon Was Built LIke a LinebaCker and hAd thiCK black eyebrows THat shook hands OVeR THe BRidgE of Her nose. She hAd a gOOd stArt oN A mUstAChe, toO. ElviS gUEsSEd she probably didn't sHaVe her aRmpitS, either. Not thaT he really wANTEd to find Out, bUT hE Knew from personAl expErience bacK Home in SlIpperY Sister COunty that GIRls with tHicK eyEbrOws AND mUstaches didn't SHAve tHeIr armpiTs. ELvis alwAys TooK alOng SoMe extra unDerarm deOdOrAnT wHenEver hE Dated one Of TheM. HE diDn't reALly minD the eXtra BoDy HAir, So long aS ThE GIrl hAd AlL the ReqUiSite fEmalE ParTs in all The right pLacES. WheN tHe Lights wEre out you coulDn'T see the haiR aNd tHe undeRARm deodorAnt took care of the rest. ReaLLy wasn't MucH choiCe. JuSt about evEryBody baCk iN slippeRy SistEr was ReLatED And soME KiNd oF sNeaky dominANT geNe had DeLiveRed beetLing brows and hairy uPPer Lips to a sizeabLe pErceNTAgE of THe FEmaLe POpuLATion.

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's owner.

"I figured youfor a Lati na,"hesai d.  "Yo u su re look Latina - like ." The smile returnedto he rf acea nd  Elvi s' gaze ri v e ted  a ga inon th e gol d t ooth ju st as it c aug ht  a ray of su n li ght sneaki ngthrough a wi ndo w andre min d ed hi m o f a s toplig h t jump ing to ye ll o w.

"N i et. Nie t .  N ot L ateena. Ruushan.B ud t  I eat plentyMeexic an fo o d s.Goo d shtuf. M ay be da s  vhy Il uu k L ate e na." She poun ded the Arm y  su rplusde sk, snorti ng at  h e r o wn joke, re mind ing Elvis  of hi s  greatu ncle Fe snicle 'spet  mul e ,So phi e. The go ldt oot h in the  g ir l's m outh w a s  sti llflas hingstoplight amb erandE lvi s kne w rig ht t he n tha t ther e was  m ore than one re ason  why a go odlo oki ng  woma n  shoul d k eep  her mo uth shu t . T he g i rl  picked up a phone  a n d  p unched t he off i ce  i n tercom.
" Hey , bo s h . Vie  got alive vun . Vann a  s ee  heem n ho w?" Sh enod ded  at t h e ph one, p ut it do wn an d  jerked her th u mb at a nonde s cr i p tb rown  do or with a n amep l ateembl a zo ned on it  proc la i mi n g Lavonda Heraklion ,Attorn ey at  Law. Elvis p olitely kn o c k ed, then  wen t  i n side.

Whoa! L avond a Heraklio n  was bui lt li ke a lin ebacker a n d  had thi ckbla ckeye b r ow s that shookh a ndsov er thebri dge ofher  no se.  Sh ehad a goo d starton  a  m us tac he, t o o. Elvis  g ues se d s he pr o bablydidn' t sh av eh erarmpits ,  e i t her.  N ot  tha t h ereall y wa n ted  to fin d out, bu t h e  kne wfr om pers onal experien ce  back home  i n S lipper y Sister C ounty that girls with t h ick eye bro ws an d mu staches d idn 't sha vet heir a rmpits . Elv is  al w a ys to o k  a lon gsome extra u nde rarmde odor ant whe never he dated one ofthem. He didn 'treal l y  m ind th e  ex tr a  bo d y  hair, so longas the gir lh ad  all the r e qui si te fema le part s ina ll theright pla ces. When  t he l i g hts  were outyou coul dn't seet he ha i rand t heundera rm  de odora nt too k  ca re of  the r es t. Rea lly w as n't much  choice. Just about eve rybody  back  in  Slippery  Si s ter  was rela tedand some k ind  of  snea kyd omina nt g e ne  ha d  deli vere d  beetling br ows a nd  hairy uppe r l ips  to a  si z eableperc entage of the fem a le population. 

An y h ow,  af t er E lv is grew his ow n m us t a che he c ou ldn't feelthe girl s' musta ches w hen th ey were m es s in' ar ound  an d he grab bed  a kiss or 
's owner.

"I_figured you_for a Latina," he_said. "You_sure_look Latina-like."_The_smile returned to_her face and_Elvis' gaze riveted again_on the gold_tooth_just as it caught a ray of sunlight sneaking through a window and reminded_him_of a_stoplight_jumping_to yellow.

"Niet. Niet. Not Lateena._Ruushan. Budt I eat plenty_Meexican foods._Good shtuf. Maybe das vhy I luuk Lateena."_She_pounded the Army_surplus desk, snorting at her own joke, reminding Elvis_of his great uncle Fesnicle's pet_mule, Sophie. The_gold_tooth_in the girl's mouth_was still flashing stoplight amber and_Elvis knew right then that there_was more than one reason why a_good looking woman should keep her_mouth shut. The girl picked_up a_phone and punched the office_intercom.

"Hey, bosh. Vie_got a_live vun. Vanna_see heem nhow?" She nodded at_the phone, put_it down and jerked her thumb_at_a nondescript brown_door_with_a nameplate_emblazoned on it_proclaiming_Lavonda Heraklion,_Attorney_at Law. Elvis politely knocked, then_went_inside.

Whoa! Lavonda Heraklion was built like a_linebacker and had thick_black_eyebrows that shook hands_over the bridge of her_nose. She had a good start_on a_mustache, too._Elvis guessed she probably didn't shave her armpits, either. Not that_he really wanted to find out,_but he knew from_personal experience_back_home in Slippery_Sister_County that_girls with thick eyebrows and mustaches didn't_shave their_armpits. Elvis always took along some_extra underarm deodorant whenever_he_dated one of them. He didn't_really mind the extra body hair,_so long as the girl_had_all_the requisite female parts in_all the right places. When the_lights were out_you couldn't see the hair and the_underarm_deodorant took care of the rest._Really_wasn't much choice. Just about everybody_back_in_Slippery Sister was related and_some kind of sneaky dominant gene_had delivered beetling brows and hairy upper lips to_a sizeable percentage_of the female population.

Anyhow, after_Elvis_grew_his own mustache he couldn't feel the girls' mustaches when_they were_messin' around and_he grabbed a kiss or