the girl from pussycat

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“THE LIQUID sounds of lovemaking . . .”

Squish—squish?

No, that couldn’t be right. Penny Candie re-read the phrase. She put the manuscript aside. She closed her innocent blue eyes and strained her brain to imagine what “the liquid sounds of love-making” might sound like. Squish-squish was definitely out. So was slurp-slurp.

Drip-drip.

Absurd! '

Sizzle-drizzle?

Mmm . . .

Tickle-trickle?

Interesting.

Pitter-patter-putter?

Not very romantic.

Slap-lap-slap-lap?

A possibility.

Eel-squeal?

Yes! That was definitely it phonetically. But What did it mean? Penny didn’t know. But then what did “the liquid sounds of love-making” mean? Penny didn’t know that; either. She’d find out, though. She was determined to find out. And within the next twenty-four hours, too, or her name Wasn’t Penny Candie!

That really was her name. Penelope Candie. But the “Penelope” had been shortened to “Penny” for the past four years, ever since she had embarked on her career.

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