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- 2181 I looked at the red thing with my number on it, on my key. "Twelve twenty-two,"
2182 I said. I was already sort of sorry I'd let the thing start rolling, but it was too late now.
2183 "Okay. I'll send a girl up in about fifteen minutes." He opened the doors and I got
2184 out.
2185 "Hey, is she good-looking?" I asked him. "I don't want any old bag."
2186 "No old bag. Don't worry about it, chief."
2187 "Who do I pay?"
2188 "Her," he said. "Let's go, chief." He shut the doors, practically right in my face.
2189 I went to my room and put some water on my hair, but you can't really comb a
2190 crew cut or anything. Then I tested to see if my breath stank from so many cigarettes and
2191 the Scotch and sodas I drank at Ernie's. All you do is hold your hand under your mouth
2192 and blow your breath up toward the old nostrils. It didn't seem to stink much, but I
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2193 brushed my teeth anyway. Then I put on another clean shirt. I knew I didn't have to get
2194 all dolled up for a prostitute or anything, but it sort of gave me something to do. I was a
2195 little nervous. I was starting to feel pretty sexy and all, but I was a little nervous anyway.
2196 If you want to know the truth, I'm a virgin. I really am. I've had quite a few opportunities
2197 to lose my virginity and all, but I've never got around to it yet. Something always
2198 happens. For instance, if you're at a girl's house, her parents always come home at the
2199 wrong time--or you're afraid they will. Or if you're in the back seat of somebody's car,
2200 there's always somebody's date in the front seat--some girl, I mean--that always wants to
2201 know what's going on all over the whole goddam car. I mean some girl in front keeps
2202 turning around to see what the hell's going on. Anyway, something always happens. I
2203 came quite close to doing it a couple of times, though. One time in particular, I
2204 remember. Something went wrong, though --I don't even remember what any more. The
2205 thing is, most of the time when you're coming pretty close to doing it with a girl--a girl
2206 that isn't a prostitute or anything, I mean--she keeps telling you to stop. The trouble with
2207 me is, I stop. Most guys don't. I can't help it. You never know whether they really want
2208 you to stop, or whether they're just scared as hell, or whether they're just telling you to
2209 stop so that if you do go through with it, the blame'll be on you, not them. Anyway, I
2210 keep stopping. The trouble is, I get to feeling sorry for them. I mean most girls are so
2211 dumb and all. After you neck them for a while, you can really watch them losing their
2212 brains. You take a girl when she really gets passionate, she just hasn't any brains. I don't
2213 know. They tell me to stop, so I stop. I always wish I hadn't, after I take them home, but I
2214 keep doing it anyway.
2215 Anyway, while I was putting on another clean shirt, I sort of figured this was my
2216 big chance, in a way. I figured if she was a prostitute and all, I could get in some practice
2217 on her, in case I ever get married or anything. I worry about that stuff sometimes. I read
2218 this book once, at the Whooton School, that had this very sophisticated, suave, sexy guy
2219 in it. Monsieur Blanchard was his name, I can still remember. It was a lousy book, but
2220 this Blanchard guy was pretty good. He had this big château and all on the Riviera, in
2221 Europe, and all he did in his spare time was beat women off with a club. He was a real
2222 rake and all, but he knocked women out. He said, in this one part, that a woman's body is
2223 like a violin and all, and that it takes a terrific musician to play it right. It was a very
2224 corny book--I realize that--but I couldn't get that violin stuff out of my mind anyway. In a
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