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in as many minutes (supplied her by the ex-waiter fromRomanoff's, a really formidable man, capable of quiteastonishing endurance and restraint); then she promptly fellasleep with her head in the lap of Clem, whom she hadbeen attending to in an absentminded way. To his greatalarm, she could not be awakened. Fortunately, we wereable to pry her mouth open and salvage the tiny treasurebefore serious damage was done. Ten minutes later ourGloria was wide awake and ready for fun. This time Clemprovided it. Having strapped on a formidable dildobecause, as he said, "You got to have head," he was ableto give her maximum pleasure with a minimum of exertionon his part. My own participation was limited. I watched,and only occasionally helped out: a tickle here, a pull there,a lick, a bite, no more, except for one sudden rude intrusionfrom the rear which I did not see coming. It was one of theFour Skins, a hillbilly type who explained to me, as he wasrelieving himself, that he had first committed this particularact at the age of twelve with a sheep and so, to this day, henot only preferred back to front but sheep to goats, or didhe say girls? Like the rest of the Four Skins hisconversation is as difficult to understand as the lyrics theysing. Had there been a pair of shears at hand, I would havemade a steer of him on the spot but since there were not Idid not, suffering in silence and even, to be honest, derivinga certain perverse, masochistic, Myronesque enjoymentfrom the unlikely situation of Myra Breckinridge, victoriousAmazon, laid low. Then, having discharged himself, theSkin abandoned me and proceeded on his bully way. I shall