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 "He's the one who gave the party I told you about."

"Is that the Gene that … what's his name …"

"Paul?"

"Yeah … that Paul mentioned in his letter?"

"Uh huh."

"Funny … When I read that letter I thought it might be Gene Baxter."

"Wouldn't that have been something."

"Sure would have been."

"I'm glad it wasn't," whispered Gaylord.

"Why?" asked Blake.

"I'm afraid I'd be jealous."

Blake giggled … "Oh, for Christ's sake …"

"It's good to hear you laugh, Bob … laugh some more." Gaylord grinned and began tickling Blake.

"Hey, stop that. You want me to run off this damn road?"

"I don't care. I'm dressed for anything," he laughed and spread open the blanket … "See."

"Whataya trying to do … get me excited?"

"Think I could?"

"I think you could," Blake grinned and pulled at the patch of curly hair around the other's groin.

"Ouch."

"You'd better cover up or you'll catch cold."

"I won't catch a cold."

"Gay …"

"Huh?"

"Will you tell me something …"

"Anything … what?"

"What about this guy, Paul?"

"What about him?"

"Do you like him …"

"Yes, he's awfully nice. I told you he reminded me of you and you're tops to me … you know that."

Blake raised his arm. "You want me to bust ya one again," he grinned.

"Yes."