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Ginny
had
the
guest
bedroom
made
up
for
him
.
It
was
understood
that
he
would
not
share
her
room
,
that
they
would
not
live
as
man
and
wife
.
They
could
never
have
that
relationship
again
.
And
though
the
outside
world
of
gossip
columnists
and
movie
fans
gave
the
blame
for
the
failure
of
their
marriage
solely
to
him
,
yet
in
a
curious
way
,
between
the
two
of
them
,
they
both
knew
that
she
was
even
more
to
blame
for
their
divorce
.
When
Johnny
Fontane
because
the
most
popular
singer
and
movie
musical
comedy
star
in
motion
pictures
,
it
had
never
occurred
to
him
to
desert
his
wife
and
children
.
He
was
too
Italian
,
still
too
old-style
.
Naturally
he
had
been
unfaithful
.
That
had
been
impossible
to
avoid
in
his
business
and
the
temptations
to
which
he
was
continually
exposed
.
And
despite
being
a
skinny
,
delicate-looking
guy
,
he
had
the
wiry
horniness
of
many
small-boned
Latin
types
.
And
women
delighted
him
in
their
surprises
.
He
loved
going
out
with
a
demure
sweet-faced
virginal-looking
girl
and
then
uncapping
her
breasts
to
find
them
so
unexpectedly
slopingly
full
and
rich
,
lewdly
heavy
in
contrast
to
the
cameo
face
.
He
loved
to
find
sexual
shyness
and
timidity
in
the
sexy-looking
girls
who
were
all
fake
motion
like
a
shifty
basketball
player
,
vamping
as
if
they
had
slept
with
a
hundred
guys
,
and
then
when
he
got
them
alone
having
to
battle
for
hours
to
get
in
and
do
the
job
and
finding
out
they
were
virgins
.
And
all
these
Hollywood
guys
laughed
at
his
fondness
for
virgins
.
They
called
it
an
old
guinea
taste
,
square
,
and
look
how
long
it
took
to
make
a
virgin
give
you
a
blow
job
with
all
the
aggravation
and
then
they
usually
turned
out
to
be
a
lousy
piece
of
ass
.
But
Johnny
knew
that
it
was
how
you
handled
a
young
girl
.
You
had
to
come
on
to
her
the
right
way
and
then
what
could
be
greater
than
a
girl
who
was
tasting
her
first
dick
and
loving
it
?
Ah
,
it
was
so
great
breaking
them
in
.
It
was
so
great
having
them
wrap
their
legs
around
you
.
Their
thighs
were
all
different
shapes
,
their
asses
were
different
,
their
skins
were
all
different
colors
and
shades
of
white
and
brown
and
tan
and
when
he
had
slept
with
that
young
colored
girl
in
Detroit
,
a
good
girl
,
not
a
hustler
,
the
young
daughter
of
a
jazz
singer
on
the
same
nightclub
bill
with
him
,
she
had
been
one
of
the
sweetest
things
he
had
ever
had
.
Her
lips
had
really
tasted
like
warm
honey
with
pepper
mixed
in
it
,
her
dark
brown
skin
was
rich
,
creamy
,
and
she
had
been
as
sweet
as
God
had
ever
made
any
woman
and
she
had
been
a
virgin
.
"
And
the
other
guys
were
always
talking
about
blow
jobs
,
this
and
other
variations
,
and
he
really
did
n't
enjoy
that
stuff
so
much
.
He
never
liked
a
girl
that
much
after
they
tried
it
that
way
,
it
just
did
n't
satisfy
him
right
.
He
and
his
second
wife
had
finally
not
got
along
,
because
she
preferred
the
old
sixty-nine
too
much
to
a
point
where
she
did
n't
want
anything
else
and
he
had
to
fight
to
stick
it
in
.
She
began
making
fun
of
him
and
calling
him
a
square
and
the
word
got
around
that
he
made
love
like
a
kid
.
Maybe
that
was
why
that
girl
last
night
had
turned
him
down
.
Well
,
the
hell
with
it
,
she
would
n't
be
too
great
in
the
sack
anyway
.
You
could
tell
a
girl
who
really
liked
to
fuck
and
they
were
always
the
best
.
Especially
the
ones
who
had
n't
been
at
it
too
long
.
What
he
really
hated
were
the
ones
who
had
started
screwing
at
twelve
and
were
all
fucked
out
by
the
time
they
were
twenty
and
just
going
through
the
motions
and
some
of
them
were
the
prettiest
of
all
and
could
fake
you
out
.
Ginny
brought
coffee
and
cake
into
his
bedroom
and
put
it
on
the
long
table
in
the
sitting
room
part
.
He
told
her
simply
that
Hagen
was
helping
him
put
together
the
money
credit
for
a
producing
package
and
she
was
excited
about
that
.
He
would
be
important
again
.
But
she
had
no
idea
of
how
powerful
Don
Corleone
really
was
so
she
did
n't
understand
the
significance
of
Hagen
coming
from
New
York
.
He
told
her
Hagen
was
also
helping
with
legal
details
.
When
they
had
finished
the
coffee
be
told
her
he
was
going
to
work
that
night
,
and
make
phone
calls
and
plans
for
the
future
.
"
Half
of
all
this
will
be
in
the
kids
'
names
,
"
he
told
her
.
She
gave
him
a
grateful
smile
and
kissed
him
good
night
before
she
left
his
room
.
There
was
a
glass
dish
full
of
his
favorite
monogrammed
cigarettes
,
a
humidor
with
pencil-thin
black
Cuban
cigars
on
his
writing
desk
.
Johnny
tilted
back
and
started
making
calls
.
His
brain
was
really
whirring
along
.
He
called
the
author
of
the
book
,
the
best-selling
novel
,
on
which
his
new
film
was
based
.
The
author
was
a
guy
his
own
age
who
had
come
up
the
hard
way
and
was
now
a
celebrity
in
the
literary
world
.
He
had
come
out
to
Hollywood
expecting
to
be
treated
like
a
wheel
and
,
like
most
authors
,
had
been
treated
like
shit
.
Johnny
had
seen
the
humiliation
of
the
author
one
night
at
the
Brown
Derby
.
The
writer
had
been
fixed
up
with
a
well-known
bosomy
starlet
for
a
date
on
the
town
and
a
sure
shack-up
later
.
But
while
they
were
at
dinner
the
starlet
had
deserted
the
famous
author
because
a
ratty-looking
movie
comic
had
waggled
his
finger
at
her
.
That
had
given
the
writer
the
right
slant
on
just
who
was
who
in
the
Hollywood
pecking
order
.
It
did
n't
matter
that
his
book
had
made
him
world
famous
.
A
starlet
would
prefer
the
crummiest
,
the
rattiest
,
the
phoniest
movie
wheel
.
Now
Johnny
called
the
author
at
his
New
York
home
to
thank
him
for
the
great
part
he
had
written
in
his
book
for
him
.
He
flattered
the
shit
out
of
the
guy
.
Then
casually
he
asked
him
how
he
was
doing
on
his
next
novel
and
what
it
was
all
about
.
