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There was a one-night stand with a woman I met in the Haight at Winfield, and the short lived affair with the woman who got me through the night, after my two molars were pulled. That dentist assistant woman Spanish, heavyset, pressed her ample hips to my upper torso as he pulled and she was heaven. There was a one night stand with a student of mine, who also went to the Art Institute. She invited me-back any-time, but she lived on the north side of town, near the Institute. Too far for me, and she was not-quite what I was looking for a dom.
And then there was Melissa. She was my student in the shop and from New York. I courted her for a time. It was a strictly platonic affair. She was short a perfect figure, long blonde hair, a beautiful face and very sweet. But then she was a Cancer. My unspoken thinking was a water sign and I all water, was not going to work. I had a rival, a millionaire and heir to large Mywhyin fortune. He carried a camera that was as big as he, drove a closed Jeep and liked to park anywhere that was illegal, but-convenient. I was to a party at a house he had on Potrero Hill. There was a swing in the backyard over water, which I couldn't resist, and the rope broke and I got dunked. Not a lot of water but I got wet. I examined the rope and it had been cut with knife, almost all the way through. He got a big laugh out of that; and I had a very chilly wet-walk, through the Mission on a late cool-windy Saturday afternoon.
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