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Show There is nothing to be done. The more he works with it the less hope there seems to be. He invents erotic situations in his mind, but knows that this reality would more than serve most men. That makes it worse. He tries to forget Dave's reference to the size of her mouth but can't, and that too makes it worse. It is clear that she is sympathetic to his problem, that she is concerned, but it is in this especially, her hands and tongue which are so eager, in her very willingness, that Morgan is trapped. And the best he can do, the only thing he can do, is remind himself of the fact which he knew all along was bound to be a problem: that she is, after all, only twenty-one. There is no way to admit defeat. This is one of the reasons I don't smoke dope anymore, he says. It is an excuse and they both know it, but she accepts it with apparent understanding. They talk, though not about what has happened. He asks her where she got the gold chain and locket which hangs around her neck. She says her father, who is a jeweler, who rarely goes beyond his own shop for birthday and Christmas presents. He asks her what is inside the locket. Nothing, she says. There is a sadness and humiliation which stretches inside Morgan like a kite. They fall asleep, or at least she seems to be asleep, and he is in a fuzzy world of dark shapes, vertical lines and the sound of his own breathing. In the middle of the night she sighs loudly and he tries to assign some meaning to it but can not. In the morning he feigns sleep until she gets up, and seeing her get dressed, slowly, he would like to try it all again. But the thought |