Roxy laughed. “You oughtta have a cold bath, Fan,” he said. “Ain’t she a hot momma?”—to Miss Benbow.
Miss Benbow grinned some more. “I like to see it,” she said. “There’re too many cold-blooded broads around to please me.”
Fanquist pouted. “Come on, you big lump,” she said. “Don’t keep a girl waitin’. What’s he like?”
Miss Benbow nodded her head. “Sure, sure,” she said. “He’s got it all. Dressy kind of a guy. Big, strong and hard. Good in bed, he’d be.”
Fanquist looked over at Roxy. “Ain’t you jealous?” she asked.
Roxy grinned. “Sure I am… I’m burnin’ up.”
“I’d leave that guy alone,” Miss Benbow cautioned. “That little bag don’t look like she’d stand for much interference.”
Fanquist shrugged. “Aw! To hell with her,” she said. Then, glancing at the clock, she dragged off the bedclothes. “My Gawd!” she said. “I gotta get my hair fixed at ten.”
Miss Benbow moved to the door. “I figgered you’d like to hear about those two,” she said.
Roxy nodded. “I’ll look ’em over.”