When she wheeled around to face them again, the music pounded into an even wilder beat and now Tiko flung her long hair completely back off her shoulders, baring the tawny skinned, taut-fleshed bombs of her bouncing breasts. They jiggled and swayed as though they were made out of Jello.
The finale, a highly suggestive series of movements, involving belly, hips, thighs and hands, had sweat standing out on Earl's forehead and rolling down his ribs. As the music stopped, Tiko stood breathless for a moment, smiling at them, her breasts still wildly heaving from her heavy breathing. Then she whispered to Earl, her dark, slanting eyes flashing with the eagerness of a child for applause: "You like, Earl?"
"God, honey, I loved it, not liked it! You drove me right out of my mind. Come over here,
