Myra-Breckinridge-Gore-Vidal

time by snapping your fingers." "I feel silly." He scowled andlooked suddenly dangerous, but I knew what I was about."Go ahead. We haven't got all day. Start." I snapped myfingers. Halfheartedly he did the same and slowly began togyrate his hips. I found the effect almost unbearably erotic.To have him all to myself, just three feet away, his pelvisrevolving sexily. For some minutes he continued to gyrate,the snapping of fingers growing less and less precise ashis hands grew sweaty. I then instructed him to turn aroundso that I could observe him from the rear. He did as he wastold. Waves of lust made me dizzy as those strong deepbuttocks slowly revolved. Have they ever been violated? Ican hardly bear the suspense. Finally, I told him he couldstop. He did so, with obvious relief. When he turned back tome, I noticed the curved upper lip was beaded withperspiration. In his dense masculine way, he too had felt thetension and perhaps suspected, instinctively, its origin andso knew fear. "I can't dance so good without music," hemumbled, as if obscurely ashamed of the display he hadbeen forced to make of himself. "You did very well." I wasbrisk, even encouraging. "I think I may have a solution to ourproblem. All you need is something to remind you to standstraight. Where were the ribs broken?" He touched his leftside, below the heart. "Four was busted right here which iswhy I'm kind of pulled over to this side." "Let me see." Atfirst he seemed not to understand the question. "Like this,"he said, indicating the way in which he was listing to port."No. No." I was brusque. "Let me see your back. Take yourshirt off." He was startled. "But there's nothing to see...... I