John Singer Sargent Girl Fishing painting

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This afternoon, sound accompanied none of the four porn films. Mick had muted all of them.“Janelle was so special,” Mick said tenderly, nodding toward the video wall, referring to his lost girlfriend. “One cool swingin’ chick.”Although See that? Every one of those guys just loves her. Men loved Janelle. She was truly groovy.”Mick’s voice swelled with wistful longing. In spite of all his Hefnerian hipness, he had a sentimental streak.“I just got back from Trotter’s in Malibu,” Corky revealed.“You kill the son of a bitch yet?”“Not yet. You know I need him for a while.”“Oh, look at that.”“She’s really something.”“You’d think that would hurt.” his Bart Simpson pajamas might seem frivolous, Mick dwelt in a somber memorial mood. All four screens featured classics from Janelle’s extensive filmography.Pointing to the upper-right-hand screen in the four-screen stack, Mick said, “That thing she’s doing right there, no one—no one—ever did that in film before or since.”“I doubt anyone else could,” Corky said, because the eye-popping trick in which Janelle was vigorously engaged involved her legendary flexibility, for which perhaps she alone among all humanity carried the necessary gene.Referring to his gal’s costars in the upper-right-hand video, Mick said, “Those four guys love her.