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Skip to the lou my darling"Emily's coming over tonight," the burly man commented."Here comes another one of those evenings, I guess." Lou kept mopping the floor as he spoke. "Why you let her in here at all I'll never understand." "Because she's a draw herself, and she drinks as much as any five guys around here you name." Jason wiped the counter one more time for luck. "That's 'cause she's as big as any five guys around here I'd name. And she has a voice to match, and a temper as big as any ten men, and the last time she hung me from the ceiling fan and wouldn't let me down for half an hour." "You deserved it." "All I did was compliment her!" "Most women don't take it as a compliment when you tell them how humungous their hooters are, and she's liable to take that worse than most." "Well, they are! One day I wanna just curl up between those babies and..." "AND WHAT?" Emily stood just outside the doorway. Only her lower half was visible. "And... nothing..." Lou backed away, slowly, hands held out placatingly. "I didn't mean nothing by it." "YOU'D BETTER NOT HAD." Emily bent over and crawled through the doorway, which had been especially widened to accomodate her. "OR YOU WANT ME TO SHOW YOU HOW FAR I CAN THROW? I THREW A BULL A HALF MILE ONCE, BUT I THINK I CAN BEAT THAT WITH YOU." Lou went entirely white. "No, that's all right, Em. I..." "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO CALL ME EMILY?" "Emily! Sorry!" Emily picked Lou up with one hand. He squirmed in her grip, but was unable to escape. She hung him from the high ceiling fan with no apparent effort, and sat down cross-legged next to the bar in her usual spot. "GET ME A DRINK, JASE." "Right, Em. Same as usual?" "SAME AS USUAL." Lou squeaked from where he spun. "How come he gets to call you Em?" "BECAUSE I LIKE HIM." She glared over at him. Lou wilted.
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