My Berries!!!" Darby said with a spark. Flashing his big daddy grin. "Whoopee " Puffing hard on his 'Romeo y Julieta. He eyes her gams. The glad rags draping tight. Each feather and jewel holding her right.
She was the bees knees . Darby sighed for the fist time in his life. He wasn't ossified. Hell he only had one 'Mint Julep , so far.
Darby was the 'Egg Man. The Sheik. Everyone knew he brought the butter. He loved hanging his hat at, ' Nat Sherman's, Manhattan speakeasy . Darby knew he would be getting razzed. If he...