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from sight by turning sideways. He looked like a combo of Tommy Smothers and Paul
Newman, with a sense of humor at least that good, maybe better. It was very hard not to
like “T”. Even harder to understand him. I‟m not sure he understood “T” Townsend.
That may have something to do with why I couldn‟t.
We, as a group, found a party place at the apartment of Jan Stetson, a foxy young
brunette. I don‟t know what kind of work Jan did, or if she even had a job. I do know we
could party there any and all hours of the day and night. Still in our late teens, it was nice
to have a private place to drink. Or, as was too fast becoming the case for too many kids,
do dope and get stoned.
Jan had a tall, fritzy looking roommate. I can‟t even remember her name. “T”
and Jan began a sexual relationship soon after they met. For a while, I‟d sit and drink
beer with the roomie while “T” and Jan screwed their brains out. One night, while they
were hard at it, I asked the roommate, “Wanna go fuck until they get done?”
She said it sounded good, so we did. After that, I‟d usually have sex with her
while “T” and Jan were shaking the apartment walls. Our sessions never lasted as long as
theirs. The sex was always good, but was the only thing we had in common, enjoying
each other in bed. Maybe that‟s why I can‟t recall her name.
Jan was certainly pretty enough to look at, and also to talk with when the sex was
finished. Her roomie looked like it‟d be a damned good idea to get up and leave as soon
as the screwing was over, which I did.
One night we were at Jan‟s place drinking and shooting the shit. I‟d already had
sex with the roomie and she was gone. Either she went somewhere, or off to bed. I don‟t
know. It was a hot summer evening. We all decided to go for a walk to cool off.
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