life I led, uh? Ha, ha. There were three kids with me sitting at a table. One was talking about girls, about putting it in.' I didn't know what he meant. Then he was very specific, about the wonderful sensations you felt when you did it. You know. Whatsa matter with me! Why am I circuitous about saying it—especially to you? About putting his cock up a girl's cunt! I weakened, I was physically stunned and weakened by his words. I remember it. I remember it clearly. I thought he must have been insane. What a weirdly improbable thing to do. Ha, ha, ha. God, I must have been innocent, uh? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

"Well, well, maybe they're not crazy, maybe it's not really insane when you think of it a while-just perverted. My son. My son a pervert. Good healthy friendship, Fred. Like we have. That's something fine. God, all the hours and hours we've spent together. You know me better'n Janet even. That's something fine. Happy hours, Fred. But if I ever thought such an idea even momentarily fleeted through my mind, I'd, I swear, I'd kill myself. I would!

"I mean, think of it, Fred. Never an argument between us. Isn't that amazing? Sure, heated discussions-plenty of 'em. But only about ideas, never anything personal. God, and all the fights I've had with Janet. Well, you've said it, Fred. If one of us had been a woman, we woulda had a perfect marriage. Ha, ha, ha. But that's friendship, Fred. Good, clean friendship. Not like

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"All right, not another word about that quiffy fuck. Ha, ha, ha. Oh, I don't give a good goddamn. In the Fall, phfft! Off he goes. Good riddance. Ha, ha, ha. You know what? I'm getting-Oh, you know that, huh? Well, I want to. Drown my sorrows. If I get drunk, Freddy, will you take care of me? Ah, you're a pal, Freddy. My pal. But that's beautiful. Beautiful friendship. Not like... The pig! But, god, what a shame, Freddy. What a waste. 'Cause let me tell you, if you ever saw him in the shower room, that boy has the most beautiful body.

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LOOKING FOR JIMMIE

Looking for Jimmie.

Seen him?

He's young.

Has brown hair.

Brown eyes.

Soft voice.

Real soft.

He's shy. Like a little kid.

Seen him?

Haven't you seen him?

Anyplace?

Hayes Hill