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"Me too," agreed Nucular Dick.
"Not to me," said Magic Dick. "I just needed another chance to stick it into you."
"Maybe," answered Bimbette. "But first, you guys have $326.64 to spend on your new valentine."
"I'll kick in, too," offered Nucular Dick.
"Just give me a second to change," she said grabbing the box that Magic Dick had brought her. "We'll save the teddie for later," she grinned coyly at Shy Dick. She disappeared for a minute and came back wearing the cerise salsa dress with underwear that was slightly more opaque than what she had worn when she modeled it the night before.
"So, what do you think?" asked Bimbette, tuning a little circle to three appreciative whistles. "A little diner at that new, and very expensive, French restaurant? With a couple of bottles of their best wine, of course. Then a show and some dancing at La Bomba?"
"Then what?" asked Magic Dick.
"Well, let's just see what develops," she answered with a familiar wink.
She linked arms with Shy Dick on one side and Nucular Dick on the other.
"Don't worry about me," said Magic Dick sarcastically, and then began to sing in a surprisingly good tenor:
"You can dance - every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight."
Then Shy Dick took over in an even better voice:
"You can smile - every smile for the man
Who held your hand neath the pale moon light."
And Nucular Dick took a turn in a warm baritone:
"But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be."
Then Bimbette added her somewhat off-key alto and they all sang the last line in respectable four-part harmony:
"So darlin' save the last dance for me."
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