Brute Force Page #5

I almost won the Golden Gloves once.

They gave me a watch

and a robe with my name on the back.

My girl was there... Henrietta.

I'll be in the infirmary.

I gotta see a guy.

- Still figurin'?

- Still.

Save me a seat at the movie.

Take it easy, lady.

Hey, what goes between you guys

and this dame?

Watch your language, my unromantic friend.

You're speaking of a lady.

It's enough to give somebody the creeps.

You fellas smilin' at a picture, throwin'

kisses at her. You might think she was real.

She is.

After a while, you'll get to know it too.

It's true.

To me, she looks exactly like...

- like my wife.

- Yeah.

That's no ordinary pinup girl.

To each one of us, she's somebody special.

You mean if I keep lookin' at her

long enough like you fellas...

she'll begin to remind me of Henrietta?

That's right.

But Henrietta's a blonde.

She don't look nothin' like her.

She doesn't have to.

Our calendar girl is just an inspiration,

Brother Coy.

She starts you thinking

about the one you really wanna see.

For example,

the last couple of days now...

she's had me thinking about Flossie.

I never told you gentlemen

about Flossie, did I?

To me, she's all the women I ever knew...

and a few I hope I haven't met yet.

I ran into Flossie one night

in Eddie's Place in Miami.

I had just sold a trusting gentleman

a few shares in a radium mine...

and I was trying to parlay my luck.

I had only met Flossie that afternoon...

but we were already very good friends.

The dice were hot,

and she kept them that way.

I was heading for a fortune.

Suddenly, just when everything

was sunshine and roses...

I heard the old familiar noises.

Leave it to the police

to break up a wonderful evening.

It looked as though everybody

was caught with their chips down.

The raid didn't worry me, but the gun

I was carrying was a problem.

So Flossie had me slip the gun

into her purse.

She was not only beautiful,

she knew the score as well.

Furthermore, she knew precisely

how to guide me through a back exit.

Obviously, the girl was no tourist.

My car was waiting there

just as pretty as you please.

And with my money and my gun still safe,

off we drove.

Driving along with such

a dream doll beside me...

I figured myself a pretty lucky guy.

Flossie had looks, brains

and all the accessories.

She was better than a deck with six aces.

But I regret to report that she also

knew how to handle a gun...

my gun.

Before, I had only suspected

that she was talented.

Now I was positive.

I didn't do much talking because,

for once in my life...

I couldn't find the right words.

She wanted all the money I had won,

and I never refuse a lady...

especially when she's armed.

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