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skin sent shivers of excitement through me.

“We stood before the mirror naked and, if I say
so myself, we were a stunning pair. Remember I was
a lot younger then.”

“It must have been eleven o’clock before I stag-
gered out and went home. The staggering was be-
cause of that sex binge. Not booze. We hadn’t
thought of booze—or food.

“That’s how it started and how it stayed for two
wonderful months. We’d meet once or twice a week,
always on weekends, at the bar, head for the sack
and stay there having sex until we were too tired to
move. We ate on the run and ran back for the hay.

“Once in a while we’d go to the movies. That
didn’t work. Wed start playing with each other
under our coats. We didn’t have to suggestit to each
other. We automatically got up and made for
Lenny’s apartment.

“We told each other we were in love, and I sup-
pose we were. Lenny kept hinting that we should
make plans. One day he came out with it, “Frank-
lyn, why don’t you move in here? You want to get
out of Harlem. We get along great. What’s wrong
with doubling up?”

“‘Lots,” I said and let it go at that. When he per-
sisted I had to tell him what was on my mind.