"Your little game's over, Poet!" he shouted.The masked man - who obviously was the Poet - lit a match and pointed itat Luckyman, causing him to freeze..."Anyone who's afraid of a lighted match," the Poet said, "must have comeout of the booby hatch!"Then he jumped into the sedan and sped off into the night. Luckymanjumped into his roadster and set off after the Poet. The two cars whizzeddown the road past a stop sign and down a one-way street. As he pushedhis foot down on the gas pedal of his. He went to war in style, followed by two wagons, one with his food, cook and dinner table and the other for his wife, their clothes and her maid. I had both of them. The maid was better in some ways, more my style, but Madam Bonnet was very good if somewhat intimidating.I had been flirting with the maid for some time as we moved north and then west. She was called Nan and was small and well rounded with blonde ringlets that almost reached her waist. Her mistress, the svelte Nicole, piled her. More

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