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hotel. Mr. ]J. He’s an old client from San Francisco.
"A high-type fellow.’

v Mr. J. matched Max’s promises. But he was one
!)f very few I met during my stay on the list. There
were others who were disgusting, fat old men in their
sixties and seventies who asked unspeakable things
because these were all that would stimulate them.
They horrified me, but I made myself go through

ith them. :

“I met some of Max’s boys. They didn’t seem to
“mind whoring. One was buying a home for ‘my
“retirement.” He didn’t quite make it. He picked up a
'man on his own. There was a nasty scandal when
the wife came home unexpectedly. The whoreslugged
her and wound up with a charge of assault and
battery. It took all his savings to pay a lawyer so
he could get off without having his background
revealed or why he was at the apartment at that
particular time.

“About the third week with Max, I got a call to
go to an address on Park Avenue. I recognized the
number. It was Bob’s: I didn’t know the name—a
Mr. W. Terrified that I might meet Bob, I walked
pround the block three times before daring to go into
the lobby. Without saying a word the elevator man
took me to the floor. My worst fears were realized.