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 too much … I was so loaded I didn't care what kind of a dive she lived in. She stripped and got on the bed … laid there naked and watched me … her old tits were sticking straight up … she did have a cute shape … when I pulled off my shorts she started giggling … I didn't know what she was laughing about until I got on her." Large drops of sweat formed on Blake's forehead. He was hot inside his wet clothes … Inside he was furious … a flaming hate arose within him and glowed in his eyes …

Gaylord saw the look but remained silent. He felt the sudden jerks in his legs and trembled … Finally he said, "Don't tell me any more Bob … I don't want to hear any more."

"I want to tell you," Blake answered petulantly. "You wanted to hear it so I'm going to tell you … and you're the only one I've ever told this to …"

"All right, if you want to tell me."

"I got on her and asked her to spread her legs. She laughed again and told me to stick that little thing of mine up her nose, that it would probably fit there better. Then she laughed that damn laugh again. I slapped her right on the mouth … got up and dressed and left. She was still laughing when I slammed the door … cussing like a sailor too … I walked out of there sober as a judge …"

Gaylord raised and kissed him. "She must have been drunk … to say a thing like that … you're not little … " He stopped, grinned and blushed.

"I'm not big," Blake grinned.

"I love you, Bob … I love you for what you are … because you're Bob … that's why."

"Silly isn't it for something like that to be in your craw for years … I never forgot that."

"I'm glad you told me … confession is good sometimes."

"Then I went to another bar and started getting good and drunk. A real pretty boy, he looked something like you, Gay, only smaller, asked me for a match. I knew what he wanted by the way he said it."

"You mean you've known about …"

"Sure … honey … When I was fourteen some old man went down on me."

"Oh, Bob; that's awful."