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- 1492 in a crumby way, and if you were both sort of drunk and all, to get a girl and squirt water
1493 or something all over each other's face. The thing is, though, I don't like the idea. It
1494 stinks, if you analyze it. I think if you don't really like a girl, you shouldn't horse around
1495 with her at all, and if you do like her, then you're supposed to like her face, and if you
1496 like her face, you ought to be careful about doing crumby stuff to it, like squirting water
1497 all over it. It's really too bad that so much crumby stuff is a lot of fun sometimes. Girls
1498 aren't too much help, either, when you start trying not to get too crumby, when you start
1499 trying not to spoil anything really good. I knew this one girl, a couple of years ago, that
1500 was even crumbier than I was. Boy, was she crumby! We had a lot of fun, though, for a
1501 while, in a crumby way. Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never
1502 know where the hell you are. I keep making up these sex rules for myself, and then I
1503 break them right away. Last year I made a rule that I was going to quit horsing around
1504 with girls that, deep down, gave me a pain in the ass. I broke it, though, the same week I
1505 made it--the same night, as a matter of fact. I spent the whole night necking with a
1506 terrible phony named Anne Louise Sherman. Sex is something I just don't understand. I
1507 swear to God I don't.
1508 I started toying with the idea, while I kept standing there, of giving old Jane a
1509 buzz--I mean calling her long distance at B.M., where she went, instead of calling up her
1510 mother to find out when she was coming home. You weren't supposed to call students up
1511 late at night, but I had it all figured out. I was going to tell whoever answered the phone
1512 that I was her uncle. I was going to say her aunt had just got killed in a car accident and I
1513 had to speak to her immediately. It would've worked, too. The only reason I didn't do it
1514 was because I wasn't in the mood. If you're not in the mood, you can't do that stuff right.
1515 After a while I sat down in a chair and smoked a couple of cigarettes. I was
1516 feeling pretty horny. I have to admit it. Then, all of a sudden, I got this idea. I took out
1517 my wallet and started looking for this address a guy I met at a party last summer, that
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1518 went to Princeton, gave me. Finally I found it. It was all a funny color from my wallet,
1519 but you could still read it. It was the address of this girl that wasn't exactly a whore or
1520 anything but that didn't mind doing it once in a while, this Princeton guy told me. He
1521 brought her to a dance at Princeton once, and they nearly kicked him out for bringing her.
1522 She used to be a burlesque stripper or something. Anyway, I went over to the phone and
1523 gave her a buzz. Her name was Faith Cavendish, and she lived at the Stanford Arms
1524 Hotel on Sixty-fifth and Broadway. A dump, no doubt.
1525 For a while, I didn t think she was home or something. Nobody kept answering.
1526 Then, finally, somebody picked up the phone.
1527 "Hello?" I said. I made my voice quite deep so that she wouldn't suspect my age
1528 or anything. I have a pretty deep voice anyway.
1529 "Hello," this woman's voice said. None too friendly, either.
1530 "Is this Miss Faith Cavendish?"
1531 "Who's this?" she said. "Who's calling me up at this crazy goddam hour?"
1532 That sort of scared me a little bit. "Well, I know it's quite late," I said, in this very
1533 mature voice and all. "I hope you'll forgive me, but I was very anxious to get in touch
1534 with you." I said it suave as hell. I really did.
1535 "Who is this?" she said.
1536 "Well, you don't know me, but I'm a friend of Eddie Birdsell's. He suggested that
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