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MOVIES
Everyone was under the influence of liquor when a strip crop game was suggested.
“Right here, big boy. Where’s your money. Give!’
“There ’tis . . . my all . .
“Gotcha . . . shoot!” said Eve. And the crap game was on.
"Come on, dice ... a nacheral for lil Willie,” said the drunk, and rolled the two white cubes on the floor.
“Come on, snake eyes,” said Eve, talking to the dice. By this time she w^s divested of hose, shoes, and her dress. Various articles of feminine and masculine clothing were piling up on the floor.
“Who’s got snake eyes?” stuttered the drunk. “Come on, put, put up.”
“No can do,” said Eve, “You’ve cleaned me.”
“Cleaned you . . . come, somebody fade me here. Baby needs a new pair of shoes.”
“Shoes!” exclaimed Eve.
“All right, here it goes, come on, fade me, papa needs a pair of pants.”
Ralph and Ann had been sitting in a secluded corner of the room all this time, with eyes for no one but each other.
“Having fun, darling?” asked Ralph. “Come on, let’s try our luck.”
“But I don’t know how to play.”
“Then we’re a cinch to win this game,” laughed Ralph as he pulled Ann over to the crap-shooting group.
“How about letting a fellow in there?” asked Brad.
“There’s a buck open . . . who wants a buck?” and Ralph threw the money on the floor.
“Say, will you pay a buck for the coat? Maybe I’ll have some luck this
time. I've never had such luck. I can’t afford to lose any more.”
Meanwhile, a man and his wife in the neighboring house were gazing out of their bedroom window, disappro\ ingly at the noisy group of youngsters next door.
“This is an outrage,” said the man, furious because the boisterous group of young people were interrupting his night’s slumbers.
“Listen to that,” sniffed his wife, as a loud burst of laughter came from the opposite house. ,
“Here’s a perfect little fig leaf. Eve,” the drunk was saying to Eve, who had lost every stitch of her clothing in the crap game. Truly an “Eve”.
“Thanks, Adam,” she answered, and took refuge behind a baby grand piano. She pulled the silk Spanish shawl which served it as a covering and draped it around her nude body.
“My girl’s gone native,” laughed Brad.
“On the beach of Waikiki,” retorted Eve.
“That’s an idea,” Brad took up the suggestion. “The pool, let’s go swimming. Let’s all have a drink first.”
“If this doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to phone the police,” said the man next door.
“Well, if you won’t, I will” answered his wife. Then aghast, she said. “Look, they’re going to the swimming pool.” “How about a bathing suit?” asked one of the girls at Brad’s party, as they all trouped out to the open air poo), half clad.
“Don’t be silly,” said Brad.
“In the raw, in the raw” announced the
SHE THOUGHT
that she knew all the answers! She lived in a mad whirl of wild parties! This girl was hungry for love and romance! She found it in bachelor apartments, nude moonlight bathing, notorious roadhouses, parked automobiles, and strip crap games!