"Oh," said Smith. "Then I guess there isn't much for us to talk about, is there?"
"No," Remo said.
He heard Smith clear his throat, nervously, as if trying to muster up the courage to speak.
"What is it?" Remo said.
"Give Joey . . . give Joey my love."
Remo looked up as the pretty long-legged woman walked toward him. She had taken off her clothes. She extended her long, naked arms toward him.
"I'll be glad to," Remo said. "Glad to."
And he was.
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