-Lollobrigida shows her tits for 30 zloty, Karl whispered in my ear at some point.

  I knew on the movie screens Lollobrigida was a gigantic cultural happening of late. For some unknown reason, Fanfan La Tulip, co-starring Gerard Philip, was let into the theaters, bringing Lollobrigida to its screens.

  Tremendous crowds hit the cinemas. It was completely psychically unnerving for cinema staff.

  Managers threatened to pull Fanfan and play the Soviet films Song of Taiga or Michurin the Orchard Wizard instead.

  Karl didn’t mean Lollobrigida, he meant the girl at the orangeade stand.

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  She did faintly resemble Gina Lollobrigida, and the price was right, most of the boys here never having seen a city dame before.

  At last, maybe out of boredom, I gave it a go, not the best financial decision at the time, but she did it all for me.

  I could sense her rhythmic breathing. Her dark her smelled of pink orangeade.

  Like a cucumber-seeking house wife, she’d reach for the prospective’s dick.

  My father, Richard, was Dick for short. The word always gave me negative feelings.

  Having more contact than me with those present, Karl swore the time with Lollobrigidia was enough for most.

  When the poor absent-minded star got confused and went out to the counter with one breast out, it didn’t even draw much attention, though the nasty major hollered when he saw her.

  He accused her of imperial sabotage as she gathered herself and whisked herself out.

  No one was listening to him.

  In any case, those with the desire had already seen.

  And besides it was almost two in the afternoon at that point. Everyone was getting drunk.