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Show 196 alone with her on a moonlit hillside hazed over with nebulous pulsing flowers, a handful of which she plucked and wove into a ring which she slipped onto his quivering member, turning her attention next to weaving a chain to attach to the ring the better to lead him through fields of clover under a blazing sun past Yvonne who danced naked as a sunbeam while smiling at him and being flung back and forth between two male dancers with strong hairy hands that left bruises on her legs. She was back in less than a minute. "Just goat's milk," she said. "I guess that's no help." He shook his head and tried to look tragic. "I have some milk at my place," she said. * * * * * * He hoped that Yvonne had not seen them leave, though it would only be for a minute. He could still hear the party as he stood with his head pressed against the wall beside Gloriana's door while she looked for her key. The flames in his stomach had reduced to a low persistent smolder and perhaps milk would put them out. The mild anguish he had felt at seeing his dead canvas in Simon's bathtub had not gone away but had congealed into a lump at the base of his heart and sat there and drained poisons. "My roommate may not be asleep," said Gloriana, fitting her key into the lock and easing open the door. "Let's be very quiet until I see." The pressure of the stucco wall against the top of his head felt good. It gave him the sense of stability that the veranda under his feet did not as he stood there listening to the voices three doors down and trying to pick out Yvonne's. Gloriana stuck her head back out the door. "You can come in," she said. He followed her and stood just inside the door while she tiptoed across |