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I frowned at Rusty. "I'm not kissing your ass."

"It doesn't have to be that," Slim said.

"How about the loser kisses hers?" He nodded at Slim.

Her ass? The loser?

Slim's face went red. "Nobody's kissing my ass. Or my anything else,
for that matter."

"There goes my next idea," Rusty said, and laughed. He could be a
pretty crude guy.

"Why don't we just forget the whole thing?" I suggested.

"Chicken," Rusty said. "You just know you're gonna lose."

"We might not even get to see her."

"If we can't see her," Slim said, "the wager's off."

"We don't even have a wager."

"I've got it!" Rusty said. "The winner gets to spit in the loser's
mouth."

Slim's mouth fell open and she blinked at him. "Are you
brain-damaged?" she asked.

"You got a better idea?"

"Any idea would be better than that."

"Like what?" he asked. "Let's hear you come up with something?" "All
right." "Let's hear it."

Frowning as if deep in thought, Slim glanced from Rusty to me a few
times. Then she said, "Okay. The loser gets his hair shaved off."

In that regard, Rusty had a lot more to lose than I did. He had a head
of hair that would've put Elvis Presley to shame, and he was mighty
proud of it.

Nose wrinkled, he muttered, "I don't know."

"You said it's a sure thing," I reminded him.

"Yeah, but ... I don't know, man. My hair." He reached up and stroked
it. "I don't wanta go around looking like a dork." "It'll grow back,"