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He
got
up
to
give
her
a
refill
on
her
brandy
glass
,
gave
her
a
gold-monogrammed
cigarette
and
flashed
his
lighter
out
to
hold
the
light
for
her
.
She
puffed
on
the
cigarette
and
sipped
her
drink
and
he
sat
down
beside
her
again
.
His
glass
had
considerably
more
brandy
in
it
than
hers
,
he
needed
it
to
warm
himself
,
to
cheer
himself
,
to
charge
himself
up
.
His
situation
was
the
reverse
of
the
lover
's
usual
one
.
He
had
to
get
himself
drunk
instead
of
the
girl
.
The
girl
was
usually
too
willing
where
he
was
not
.
The
last
two
years
had
been
hell
on
his
ego
,
and
he
used
this
simple
way
to
restore
it
,
sleeping
with
a
young
fresh
girl
for
one
night
,
taking
her
to
dinner
a
few
times
,
giving
her
an
expensive
present
and
then
brushing
her
off
in
the
nicest
way
possible
so
that
her
feelings
would
n't
be
hurt
.
And
then
they
could
always
say
they
had
had
a
thing
with
the
great
Johnny
Fontane
.
It
was
n't
true
love
,
but
you
could
n't
knock
it
if
the
girl
was
beautiful
and
genuinely
nice
.
He
hated
the
hard
,
bitchy
ones
,
the
ones
who
screwed
for
him
and
then
rushed
off
to
tell
their
friends
that
they
'd
screwed
the
great
Johnny
Fontane
,
always
adding
that
they
'd
had
better
.
What
amazed
him
more
than
anything
else
in
his
career
were
the
complaisant
husbands
who
almost
told
him
to
his
face
that
they
forgave
their
wives
since
it
was
allowed
for
even
the
most
virtuous
matron
to
be
unfaithful
with
a
great
singing
and
movie
star
like
Johnny
Fontane
.
That
really
floored
him
.
He
loved
Ella
Fitzgerald
on
records
.
He
loved
that
kind
of
clean
singing
,
that
kind
of
clean
phrasing
.
It
was
the
only
thing
in
life
he
really
understood
and
he
knew
he
understood
it
better
than
anyone
else
on
earth
.
Now
lying
back
on
the
couch
,
the
brandy
warming
his
throat
,
he
felt
a
desire
to
sing
,
not
music
,
but
to
phrase
with
the
records
,
yet
it
was
something
impossible
to
do
in
front
of
a
stranger
.
He
put
his
free
hand
in
Sharon
's
lap
,
sipping
his
drink
from
his
other
hand
.
Without
any
slyness
but
with
the
sensualness
of
a
child
seeking
warmth
,
his
hand
in
her
lap
pulled
up
the
silk
of
her
dress
to
show
milky
white
thigh
above
the
sheer
netted
gold
of
her
stockings
and
as
always
,
despite
all
the
women
,
all
the
years
,
all
the
familiarity
,
Johnny
felt
the
fluid
sticky
warmness
flooding
through
his
body
at
that
sight
.
The
miracle
still
happened
,
and
what
would
he
do
when
that
failed
him
as
his
voice
had
?
He
was
ready
now
.
He
put
his
drink
down
on
the
long
inlaid
cocktail
table
and
turned
his
body
toward
her
.
He
was
very
sure
,
very
deliberate
,
and
yet
tender
.
There
was
nothing
sly
or
lecherously
lascivious
in
his
caresses
.
He
kissed
her
on
the
lips
while
his
hands
rose
to
her
breasts
.
His
hand
fell
to
her
warm
thighs
,
the
skin
so
silky
to
his
touch
.
Her
returning
kiss
was
warm
but
not
passionate
and
he
preferred
it
that
way
right
now
.
He
hated
girls
who
turned
on
all
of
a
sudden
as
if
their
bodies
were
motors
galvanized
into
erotic
pumpings
by
the
touching
of
a
hairy
switch
.
Then
he
did
something
he
always
did
,
something
that
had
never
yet
failed
to
arouse
him
.
Delicately
and
as
lightly
as
it
was
possible
to
do
so
and
still
feel
something
,
he
brushed
the
tip
of
his
middle
finger
deep
down
between
her
thighs
.
Some
girls
never
even
felt
that
initial
move
toward
lovemaking
.
Some
were
distracted
by
it
,
not
sure
it
was
a
physical
touch
because
at
the
same
time
he
always
kissed
them
deeply
on
the
mouth
.
Still
others
seemed
to
suck
in
his
finger
or
gobble
it
up
with
a
pelvic
thrust
.
And
of
course
before
he
became
famous
,
some
girls
had
slapped
his
face
.
It
was
his
whole
technique
and
usually
it
served
him
well
enough
.
Sharon
's
reaction
was
unusual
.
She
accepted
it
all
,
the
touch
,
the
kiss
,
then
shifted
her
mouth
off
his
,
shifted
her
body
ever
so
slightly
back
along
the
couch
and
picked
up
her
drink
.
It
was
a
cool
but
definite
refusal
.
It
happened
sometimes
.
Rarely
;
but
it
happened
.
Johnny
picked
up
his
drink
and
lit
a
cigarette
.
She
was
saying
something
very
sweetly
,
very
lightly
.
"
It
's
not
that
I
do
n't
like
you
,
Johnny
,
you
're
much
nicer
than
I
thought
you
'd
be
.
And
it
's
not
because
I
'm
not
that
kind
of
a
girl
.
It
's
just
that
I
have
to
be
turned
on
to
do
it
with
a
guy
,
you
know
what
I
mean
?
"
Johnny
Fontane
smiled
at
her
.
He
still
liked
her
.
"
And
I
do
n't
turn
you
on
?
"
