Father And Daughter

"I remember when she was fourteen," said Burt Porter drunkenly. "I'd have given anything to have her then. Her Maw was around back then, though. Here, turn here!" He pointed at the right hand side of Broadway. "That punk she's goin' with lives up here about ten minutes or so."

Anslinger looked at Porter. "We gonna do to your daughter what I think we're gonna do?"

Burt Porter took a long slug of liquor from his open bourbon bottle and looked out the front window of the car.

"Hey Burt," said the other man, "you hear me? We gonna do—?"

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you," said Burt Porter. He was thinking about his teenage daughter's lovely voluptuous body, about her girlish thighs, about her well-rounded breasts and her pretty face. "I dunno what we're gonna do. Just keep drivin' ... "

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