Tour

I hung-out briefly evenings, my North Beach late-summer of sixty-eight stint, just over the-edge on the way-up of circular-steps leading to the top cliffside and overlooking the East-Bay, at-night under a stair-landing in discrete-lamplight. Was I a pick-up. I was a no-pickup-pickup, or at least nobody ever-tried. There was the neighbor-girl, who invited me-into, her grandparents encroached, tree-filtered east-bay view, but she belonged to a cast. She was ohso-sweet not my-anyway, with endless-contracted possibilities. But-I would have to-be a socialite goody two-shoes.

I walked a street-once, the name of Oblivion-Lane, in a Friday night's-evening nine o'clock trek, dark and street-lights on, and there were lots of single-woman, in rich-cars, cruising the street. Was I a male-cruiser - was what they wanted to know ? But I didn't let-on. I didn't know myself. I was getting the lay of the land here - who were these women ? It had-a-been a fantasy; but she did-me, and not the other way-'bound. I noticed another male or two, of seeming-same imposition. Finally a-woman just-pulled over and waited for me. I walked-up, and slowing to a slight-stooped saunter, looked into car open-window. She-was not my-she. It was Beddy-Poof.

Or would that be a joke in-appears ? Next to porno, money seemed-easy. This was a whole new level to the sheet-market racquet-ball-galia. He-saw nothing-wrong in-it. "There is no-wrong." He was proud of-it. Where-he-of ? What are the implications here ? Persuade a woman, who just happens to be a tourist, from what could-be world-anywhere, on a free-sex David-seek - to make a porno-movie. "How workish this ?" "She falls in love with me", said the Tom-Dick - Fairy. No - I think he really said that. He learned from watching other in-movie porno-actors .

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