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           Areyounotfinishedwithhimyet,suckeress?

           BLOOM:(Stifling.)Can’t.

           BELLO:Well,I’mnot.Wait.(Heholdsinhisbreath.)Curseit.Here.Thisbung’saboutburst.(Heuncorkshimselfbehind:then,contortinghisfeatures,fartsloudly.)Takethat!(Herecorkshimself.)Yes,byJingo,sixteenthreequarters.

           BLOOM:(Asweatbreakingoutoverhim.)Notman.(Hesniffs.)Woman.

           BELLO:(Standsup.)Nomoreblowhotandcold.Whatyoulongedforhascometopass.Henceforthyouareunmannedandmineinearnest,athingundertheyoke.Nowforyourpunishmentfrock.Youwillshedyourmalegarments,youunderstand,RubyCohen?anddontheshotsilkluxuriouslyrustlingoverheadandshoulders.Andquicklytoo!

           BLOOM:(Shrinks.)Silk,mistresssaid!Ocrinkly!scrapy!MustItiptouchitwithmynails?

           BELLO:(Pointstohiswhores.)Astheyarenowsowillyoube,wigged,singed,perfumesprayed,ricepowdered,withsmoothshavenarmpits.Tapemeasurementswillbetakennextyourskin.Youwillbelacedwithcruelforceintovicelikecorsetsofsoftdovecoutillewithwhalebonebusktothediamondtrimmedpelvis,theabsoluteoutsideedge,whileyourfigure,plumperthanwhenatlarge,willberestrainedinnettightfrocks,prettytwoouncepetticoatsandfringesandthingsstamped,ofcourse,withmyhouseflag,creationsoflovelylingerieforAliceandnicescentforAlice.Alicewillfeelthepullpull.MarthaandMarywillbealittlechillyatfirstinsuchdelicatethighcasingbutthefrillyflimsinessoflaceroundyourbarekneeswillremindyou...