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Show 116 played that game and Bess would tell me to cut it out, that some day I was going to swallow the shitty thing. But the more she said no to my advances, the more I clicked that thing around my teeth. Ross could hardly believe my failure when I'd done so well with Avis, and a little impatiently, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, he told me to tell her I loved her. He was shocked that I hadn't already. So that night, she a little tipsy, I got her up there on my bed and told her I loved her. Actually, I said I think I love you, and for the first time Bess had no comeback, she didn't even say shit. We both lay there in the dark listening to my hollow words echoing hollowly, and then I kissed her to divert her attention. As soon as we got to tongue kissing, figuring this was it, I grabbed hold of one plump breast. She gave it to me then all right, an elbow in the ribs. "Just cut it the shit out, Chess. What the shit do you think you're doing? I thought you said you loved me." I had no answer nor anymore moves, my ribs were bruised and sore, and I gave up trying to make her. I figured she was a virgin all right, an ironclad virgin. Ross said she couldn't be, but then Ross had said the same about Liz Brown. Ha! J_ knew. It takes one to know one. So we went bowling instead; we went to the amusement park out at the beach where the fat woman laughed, we rode the ferry to Oakland and went up to the campus at Berkeley, we visited Golden Gate Park, saw movies, window shopped on Market (which was ;the_ street in those days), drank in bars, went up to my hotel room and tongue kissed on the bed. I'd have really enjoyed her company if I hadn't been so desperate to get laid. |