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Show 75 up at me, her face solemn: I guess. Since everybody would know why I was with her, out on the street with her I wanted to pull my jacket up over my head. I hustled her into Ross's Dodge and zipped off, three blocks to her rooming house, and parked under the trees. Without hesitation I started necking but I didn't know how to make the transition from kissing to screwing, so I let her out of the car. "Thanks, Chess," she said. I drove the car back to Ross. "Did you?" "Next time," I said. Then I got 30 days in penal servitude. Actually, I got a week off for good behavior and because Linda Cook asked me to go to a Rainbow Girls' dance and Mother was pushing those affairs. I went because Liz would be there and I could dance with her in the heavenly ambience of her perfume. And for the rest of that summer all I had to do was tell Mother I had a date with Liz or Linda and she gave me the car and her blessing. I'd drive to town and hang around with the guys playing pinball machines until Avis got off, then would drive her the three blocks home, parking under the cottonwood trees, dropping cotton now. Tired from work she would sit beside me with her hands folded in her lap and let me have my way, which wasn't much. One night I took her on a real date, to Ouray to swim in the hot springs pool. Ross and his girl Mary Jane rode along in the back seat of the Chevy and Avis smiled like an ordinary girl. The pool was empty except for us, the mountain stars spectacular. Those wet girls looked so voluptuously undressed in the modest suits of the day, and Ross and I felt so bare, that we were all set off by unaccustomed skin to believe that anything was possible and that everything was exciting, we all felt as if we had floated back through evolution |