they conform to my personality and background, and attaining them gives me more satisfaction than would much money, without the freedom which I crave.

I am a New Englander, a genuine individualist, and I fancy myself, at times, a sort of Henry David Thoreau of hustlers. The main thoroughfares of large cities, and adjoining highways and byways are my Walden Pond. There, I pass long hours, much as the famous naturalist did at Concord, meditating many matters, yet ever alert to the psychic tug which betokens a fish approaching the hook.

My Sunday evening date failed to show up last night. This happens much oftener than we young irresistibles care to admit. There is so much competition, and man is prone to vary his sexual diet. Today he swears fidelity; tomorrow he commits perfidy, with never a thought for the damage to the hustler's ego, or to his always precarious cash balance.

Last night, I met an odd-ball. The prospect, who approached, was completely unknown to me, but I sensed in his mien that which told me he was a brother New Englander. He was young, tall, dark, and comely, and exuded the aura of refinement which generations of inbreeding and sheltered living often impart. Despite an apparent shyness, the hunger that will not be denied spoke eloquently through his limpid, intelligent eyes.

My prospect asked if I had a match, and my affirming nod opened the way to the routine conversation of partners who understand and accept one another. "You look rugged," he said abruptly, and, with an arch smile, "I bet you could give a bad boy a healthy paddling!"

I cited my achievements as a former golden glovesman. "Good. Let's go!" he responded, as he waved to a passing taxi.

Service was slow, and I utilized the waiting period to suggest my pad for the rendezvous, instead of the nearby hotel he had mentioned. I cautioned that noise must be kept to the minimum. There are tenants on both sides of my abbreviated apartment, and although I am sure that they are wise to me--what with my scores going in and out nightly-I wished to give them no opportunity to complain to the house-manager of a suspected disturbance in No. 10.

I make it a practice, when it is possible, to bring my trade to my pad, adding the cost of this substitute hotel room to my charge for services. The arrangement is of dual advantage to me, since it increases my total intake, and obviates the necessity of registering an alias under the critical eye of a sometimes-hostile, sometimes-envious desk-clerk.

"I don't suppose," queried my client, "that there is a drug-store nearby where one might buy a walking-stick?" I reminded him that it was Sunday night, and late. "Have you a hairbrush with a strong, wooden back at your place?" he asked. I had.

We had hardly divested ourselves of our clothes when my client handed me the hairbrush which he took from the top of my dresser, and tested it for strength. "Take me across your knees and let me have it," he said. "Whale me, but good!"

Learned heterosexuals, who attempt descriptions of homosexual relationships, allude to the obstacles which nature has placed in the way of one who seeks physical gratification with those of his own gender. I found that a dilemma greater than any posed by the theoreticians confronted me, as I strove to balance the six-foot, one hundred and ninety pound body across my knees, and administer with force and regularity the fierce blows which his plaintive "harder . . . harder. ." demanded.

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