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Show •306 happened to me right at the bottom of this path. I used to borrow Adam's car and come down to spend afternoons here, just to read or to watch the sea. There's a little cove at the bottom; it's walled off from the rest of the beach. At any time except very low tide you have to wade around a point of rock to get to it; it's a very private place." "And?" I said. "One afternoon I looked up from reading The ° Adventures of Augie March, and there were three women just like those standing there looking down at me. They didn't even say anything. Two of them held me and the third pulled down my bathing suit and squatted on me. They shoved their breasts in my mouth and pinched me until I sucked on them. They peeled off their suits and rubbed themselves against me. Oh Buck, they smelled strange! Earth-smells and mackerel smells! They'd greased themselves with suntan oils but their sweat came through the grease in little drops. When they were done with me one of them took out a rubber thing and they made me watch while they did each other. If I closed my eyes they pinched me. It was a beautiful day-the sea was green-blue and it was warm on the beach; I could see fishing boats like little colored specks on the water." "Is that real?" I said, "You're not making it up? Did you tell Adam?" |