““You've got to take time for you, or your internal organs get all shriveled and your skin goes saggy. I read all about it. Anyway, Trina's got some outrageous new body paint." "No. Absolutely. I don't do body paint." Mavis rolled her eyes. "For me, Dallas. We know you. But I think you should give it a try one of these days. I bet Roarke would really go for the Gold-Dust. It does amazing things for the boobs. Makes them sparkle." "I don't want sparkling boobs." "It's flavored, too. Frangipani." "Really?" Roarke blew out a stream of smoke. "I'm very fond of tropical flavors.””
