many women runnin' after ya. I don' hafta enter no free-for-all to git a fella.\"
\"Is zat so?\" drawled Chico.
\"You heard me.\"
\"Nobody ever caught me by runnin' after me. I pick me own.\"
\"Yeah?\"
\"Yeah!\"
It is impossible to convey in words the spirited exchange of glances that passed back and forth. I wondered where Mme. Storey could have learned the technique of Bleecker Street love-making. She was as good as Chico. \"You don't exactly hate yerself,
many women runnin' after ya. I don' hafta enter no free-for-all to git a fella.\"
\"Is zat so?\" drawled Chico.
\"You heard me.\"
\"Nobody ever caught me by runnin' after me. I pick me own.\"
\"Yeah?\"
\"Yeah!\"
It is impossible to convey in words the spirited exchange of glances that passed back and forth. I wondered where Mme. Storey could have learned the technique of Bleecker Street love-making. She was as good as Chico. \"You don't exactly hate yerself,
