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I
looked
at
the
red
thing
with
my
number
on
it
,
on
my
key
.
"
Twelve
twenty-two
,
"
I
said
.
I
was
already
sort
of
sorry
I
'd
let
the
thing
start
rolling
,
but
it
was
too
late
now
.
"
Okay
.
I
'll
send
a
girl
up
in
about
fifteen
minutes
.
"
He
opened
the
doors
and
I
got
out
.
"
Hey
,
is
she
good-looking
?
"
I
asked
him
.
"
I
do
n't
want
any
old
bag
.
"
"
No
old
bag
.
Do
n't
worry
about
it
,
chief
.
"
"
Who
do
I
pay
?
"
"
Her
,
"
he
said
.
"
Let
's
go
,
chief
.
"
He
shut
the
doors
,
practically
right
in
my
face
.
I
went
to
my
room
and
put
some
water
on
my
hair
,
but
you
ca
n't
really
comb
a
crew
cut
or
anything
.
Then
I
tested
to
see
if
my
breath
stank
from
so
many
cigarettes
and
the
Scotch
and
sodas
I
drank
at
Ernie
's
.
All
you
do
is
hold
your
hand
under
your
mouth
and
blow
your
breath
up
toward
the
old
nostrils
.
It
did
n't
seem
to
stink
much
,
but
I
brushed
my
teeth
anyway
.
Then
I
put
on
another
clean
shirt
.
I
knew
I
did
n't
have
to
get
all
dolled
up
for
a
prostitute
or
anything
,
but
it
sort
of
gave
me
something
to
do
.
I
was
a
little
nervous
.
I
was
starting
to
feel
pretty
sexy
and
all
,
but
I
was
a
little
nervous
anyway
.
If
you
want
to
know
the
truth
,
I
'm
a
virgin
.
I
really
am
.
I
've
had
quite
a
few
opportunities
to
lose
my
virginity
and
all
,
but
I
've
never
got
around
to
it
yet
.
Something
always
happens
.
For
instance
,
if
you
're
at
a
girl
's
house
,
her
parents
always
come
home
at
the
wrong
time
--
or
you
're
afraid
they
will
.
Or
if
you
're
in
the
back
seat
of
somebody
's
car
,
there
's
always
somebody
's
date
in
the
front
seat
--
some
girl
,
I
mean
--
that
always
wants
to
know
what
's
going
on
all
over
the
whole
goddam
car
.
I
mean
some
girl
in
front
keeps
turning
around
to
see
what
the
hell
's
going
on
.
Anyway
,
something
always
happens
.
I
came
quite
close
to
doing
it
a
couple
of
times
,
though
.
One
time
in
particular
,
I
remember
.
Something
went
wrong
,
though
--
I
do
n't
even
remember
what
any
more
.
The
thing
is
,
most
of
the
time
when
you
're
coming
pretty
close
to
doing
it
with
a
girl
--
a
girl
that
is
n't
a
prostitute
or
anything
,
I
mean
--
she
keeps
telling
you
to
stop
.
The
trouble
with
me
is
,
I
stop
.
Most
guys
do
n't
.
I
ca
n't
help
it
.
You
never
know
whether
they
really
want
you
to
stop
,
or
whether
they
're
just
scared
as
hell
,
or
whether
they
're
just
telling
you
to
stop
so
that
if
you
do
go
through
with
it
,
the
blame
'll
be
on
you
,
not
them
.
Anyway
,
I
keep
stopping
.
The
trouble
is
,
I
get
to
feeling
sorry
for
them
.
I
mean
most
girls
are
so
dumb
and
all
.
After
you
neck
them
for
a
while
,
you
can
really
watch
them
losing
their
brains
.
You
take
a
girl
when
she
really
gets
passionate
,
she
just
has
n't
any
brains
.
I
do
n't
know
.
They
tell
me
to
stop
,
so
I
stop
.
I
always
wish
I
had
n't
,
after
I
take
them
home
,
but
I
keep
doing
it
anyway
.
Anyway
,
while
I
was
putting
on
another
clean
shirt
,
I
sort
of
figured
this
was
my
big
chance
,
in
a
way
.
I
figured
if
she
was
a
prostitute
and
all
,
I
could
get
in
some
practice
on
her
,
in
case
I
ever
get
married
or
anything
.
I
worry
about
that
stuff
sometimes
.
I
read
this
book
once
,
at
the
Whooton
School
,
that
had
this
very
sophisticated
,
suave
,
sexy
guy
in
it
.
Monsieur
Blanchard
was
his
name
,
I
can
still
remember
.
It
was
a
lousy
book
,
but
this
Blanchard
guy
was
pretty
good
.
He
had
this
big
château
and
all
on
the
Riviera
,
in
Europe
,
and
all
he
did
in
his
spare
time
was
beat
women
off
with
a
club
.
He
was
a
real
rake
and
all
,
but
he
knocked
women
out
.
He
said
,
in
this
one
part
,
that
a
woman
's
body
is
like
a
violin
and
all
,
and
that
it
takes
a
terrific
musician
to
play
it
right
.
It
was
a
very
corny
book
--
I
realize
that
--
but
I
could
n't
get
that
violin
stuff
out
of
my
mind
anyway
.
In
a
way
,
that
's
why
I
sort
of
wanted
to
get
some
practice
in
,
in
case
I
ever
get
married
.
Caulfield
and
his
Magic
Violin
,
boy
.
It
's
corny
,
I
realize
,
but
it
is
n't
too
corny
.
I
would
n't
mind
being
pretty
good
at
that
stuff
.
Half
the
time
,
if
you
really
want
to
know
the
truth
,
when
I
'm
horsing
around
with
a
girl
,
I
have
a
helluva
lot
of
trouble
just
finding
what
I
'm
looking
for
,
for
God
's
sake
,
if
you
know
what
I
mean
.
Take
this
girl
that
I
just
missed
having
sexual
intercourse
with
,
that
I
told
you
about
.
It
took
me
about
an
hour
to
just
get
her
goddam
brassiere
off
.
By
the
time
I
did
get
it
off
,
she
was
about
ready
to
spit
in
my
eye
.
