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Show 118 all about it, thinking I had discovered something new on earth. They knew all about it. Ross, the big authority, said it had probably been going on for quite a while, a hundred years at least. They laughed at my ignorance and I groaned. I groaned for my enforced chastity, I groaned for my hypocrisy in letting Ross think I was an experienced stud. I should have been enjoying my false identity while I had it; I should have told him I was screwing Bess; I didn't know when I had itfgood. Instead I said I would even try a whore. "Yeah?" "Sure. Avis sort of spoiled me, I guess. I really miss it. And you know, I'd like to try a whore sooner or later. Just to see what it's like." "Yeah?" With Hedy Lamarr showing in "Ecstasy" I knew what I wanted all right, the throes of ecstasy. So when Ross heard about this little whorehouse we went right over, he wouldn't mind a change of pace himself, he said, and we approached it in the rain, a small sign which said HOTEL. A woman stood in the doorway trying to shoo two soldiers away. They argued and she told them to get the hell out of there and, drunk and surly, they walked off. We approached the door, closed now, waiting a bit for the woman to get into a good mood. Ring Bell, a sign suggested, and the same woman opened the door and squinted at us in hats and raincoats, suspicious. "You ain't soldiers, are you? Or sailors? Them sailors!" Assured, she led us down a hall into a sort of lobby about the size of someone's living room. "This damned war. Ain't it a mess though? The Army brass has put our houses off limits and lost us most of our customers. And darn it all, all them soldiers and sailor boys away from home, they need us. Just breaks my heart |