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 "I'm not a bitch," Gaylord sobbed, "or a fairy queen. How can you say I am, Bob? How can you say things you don't mean."

"Don't mean?" Blake grinned in a flat mean tone. "Like hell I don't mean it. You wouldn't call yourself a man would you … You're a cheap little ‘queer' and right now queers make me sick. Sick to my guts. You make me sick … you and your damned whining. And stop that silly sniffling. You can find yourself someone else … you're good at that anyway." The expression of malice across his face was cold white hatred and he gave each word time to strike and stick hard.

Blake let up on the gas a little and the car almost stopped. He went on. "I wish you were a man … it'd be different then … I could slap the shit out of you. But you're not. You're too pretty. Too innocent … too … too much like Venus. Isn't that what Stud called you? ‘A Venus with a penis.'" He laughed a nasty laugh. "He sure hit the nail on the head. I guess you were sorry I came in when I did … They would have really given you a big time … All three of them but you've had that many before, haven't you? You like changes anyway, don't you? Like to try them all out and see who's got the biggest, or do they come too big for you? Did you have a big one today … you must have … you look sort of pooped out … which way did you do it … did you try something different?" His loathing tones came faster and faster, and a look of self-ridicule engulfed him. "From now on you can try them all. I won't butt in any more … You're not that good and I'm sure I'm too small now that you've tried everybody in New Orleans and this damn new asshole buddy of yours … I'm through … did you hear? Through … Can't you talk?"

"Yes … but I'm …"

"I know … you're tired. Well, I'm not … and I'm going to keep on driving as long as I damn please. If you like to be with me so much I'm going to give you a real treat. Even if you do make me sick, you're going to get it one way or the other … You're going to listen and do exactly what I tell you to do and I'm not kidding … I'm going to give you a chance to show me how good you really are."

And Blake turned down a deserted lane. 330