I got her stockings on. It wasn’t a nice job. I could feel her body getting very cold. “She’s dying on us fast,” I said.
Ackie was wrestling with her shoes. “These dames just kill their dogs with small shoes,” he said.
He got them on at last and we both sat back.
“I guess we’ll skip the underwear,” I said, wiping my face with my sleeve.
Ackie looked quite shocked. “She’s got to be decent. She just can’t go anyhow.”.
I tossed the step-ins and slip in his lap. “You go ahead. This turns my guts.”
Ackie threaded her feet through the step-ins. “If you’ll stand up, madam,” he said to Blondie, “it’ll help a lot.”
I belted the whisky again. I was getting pretty high.
“For Pete’s sake,” I said.
Ackie turned round. “Listen, you bum, suppose you give me a hand and cut this sissy stuff out. I gotta get her pants on, haven’t I?”