Polly Nichols:
[to her John]
All right. We can do it here, but hurry up.
[they start to undress]
Polly Nichols:
The bobbies are trackin' us!
Polly's John:
Right.
[he pulls down his pants]
Polly's John:
Gotta get the old man hard first.
Polly Nichols:
Give it here. I'll put it in meself!
[she grabs his genitals]
Polly's John:
Is that in?
Polly Nichols:
Of course it is. Come on!
Polly's John:
No, it's not. Ya got it stuck between yer bleedin' legs!
Polly Nichols:
[frustratingly]
No, I haven't! Come on!
Polly's John:
I knows it when I feels it!
[they start copulating against the wooden fence]
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