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Then I would get to be an operator and manipulate the mystery mind. So my place is definitely outside in the dark, looking up at her all-lighted up, and she saying, a portrait really like the impressionists, this was portrait as theater. This was a living portrait. This was a revelation.

Guess that blue my mind. I didn't want to know what went on in there. Well actually I knew, having visited three such situations in my career. But that was not theater. What was that ? The first one - I got the fifty-fifty, upper and then lower lips which I learned on the spot. The second I refused - in the dark back seat of a car - please, and a little car with army buds standing around in a Greek wood. The third was a lower forty, for which she begged from her knees for more money, and I not getting the act gave it to her and we proceeded to the head of the bed.

So I knew it was conceptual, of likes and feeling if others were the same, and had no guilt either time. I found the girls to be rather pleasant. And the first one felt so good, on the broad bed, in room light the color of amber, and she directs in word and deed like this and like so; you receive and you wad, at her unspoken direction, and she went out of the room between - leaving me exposé-naked, while my friends peeked through the door having quickly unloaded, with Dicky already across the street going for the 'Around the World', body tongued all over, and she came back and put me on top of her, did the matriculation - I was kind of drunk - and I managed it somehow, with the pressure of her growing impatience.

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