Chapter 8
AMERICA
Veronica.
"We made it! The three of us have travelled all around the world. Well, not quite, since we still have three thousand miles of the United States to cross. It shouldn't be too difficult since we all know the language.
"Before we started our cross country tour we spent time in Los Angeles trying to plot out the trip. While we had all sorts of plans we all checked our finances and found that we would be hard-pressed to pay off the LA. hotel bills. The money we had used so far came from our savings, bank accounts made fat with our former husbands' alimony checks. Our ex-hubbies have paid for a lot of sex. And, now that they had supported our international affairs, we wanted them to underwrite our coast-to-coast sex journey so we wired our banks into which our alimony checks had been going all along and withdrew some of that delightful accumulation. Oh, how I wish I could see my ex's face once he finds out where his hard-earned cash has been going to. Teenaged boys all over the world were now spending the sweat of his dear brow.
"I suppose that sounds mean but that's the way I feel. Every time I took a young boy in my arms I thought of the times my former husband had embraced a teenaged girl. Well, now I've already gone a long way to even the score ... and on his money.
"The three of us got together in Los Angeles and finally came up with one way we could see the country, and the boys, in the best way possible ... we chipped in and bought a new car. It cost a grand apiece and we immediately named the auto: The Lovewagon. I wanted to use another four-letter word instead of 'love' but the other two overruled me.
Oddly enough none of us tried to make an American boy in all the time we were in L.A. because we were just too busy sightseeing in an American city none of us had ever been in before. Just getting to California after a round-the-world journey didn't mean we were 'home' because, like most Americans, our country was really foreign to us. We now set out on the final leg of our sex cruise.
"I was at the wheel when The Lovewagon left California and crossed into Nevada. We were headed for Las Vegas to see if we were as lucky at gambling as we were at love. If this were so we wouldn't have to rely on those alimony checks.
"It was a boiling hot day and the other two were dozing in the back seat. The highway before me was empty except for a single figure tramping along. He stuck out his thumb and I was prepared to pass the hitchhiker up until I realized that he was just a boy ... a very young boy, too. I pulled the car to a halt and the lad slipped in besides me on the front seat. He had a mass of sandy, wavy hair and beautiful blue eyes. The lad was no more than fourteen.
His name was Billy and he told me that he was on his way north to Idaho. In his hand was a small, battered suitcase. He looked awfully vulnerable and cute and I thought of all the homosexuals who traveled the highways just looking for such innocent lambs. (I realize that I'm in no position to cast moral judgements but, at least, when I seduce a boy it is a heterosexual affair.)
Jane and Slone, smelling fresh meat, came to life in the back seat and saw my prize. 'Well, what have we got here,' Jane yawned.
"'We?' I repeated. 'I'm the one who found him and finders keepers."
"The boy laughed thinking it was some kind of joke. Slone tucked the lad under the chin and sighed. 'He's yummy. How about passing him around when you get through?'
"'I'll think about it ... when I get through."
"Since we were going east from Las Vegas and the boy was going north I realized that the city, known to those in the know as 'Lost Wages', was going to be our parting point. Billy was set to leave and start hitchhiking again but I talked him in to staying the night at a motel. When he told me that he had only three dollars I assured him that he needn't bother his pretty head about money.
"I checked into a room with Billy claiming him to be my son which lent the affair a certain incestuous overtone. Slone and Jane shared a room next to us so I expected that they would be dropping by later on during the night.
"As soon as Billy realized that we were going to share, not only the same room but the same bed he blushed. I patted him on the rear and told him to relax. 'You must've slept with women before,' I told him.
"'No ma'm,' he answered, I only slept with my dog Brownie."
"After some of the hard-bitten professional boy prostitutes I've met Billy's sweet innocence came as a fresh breeze. He was a genuine male virgin and I looked forward to changing his sexual status.
"I brought Billy to the dining room and watched him wolf down a steak dinner. The poor thing was starved. I just had to build up his strength in a hurry. I allowed him to have a couple of desserts and, once the inner boy was satisfied, he didn't seem to mind sleeping with me.
"Jane and Slone took off for the casinos while I had better things to do. I had the lad take a shower. While he was behind the shower curtain in the bathroom I took all his clothes which were grimy from the road. I looked in his suitcase and found a single shirt, some underclothes, socks, and two dozen comic books. He was the youngest fourteen year old I've met so far.
"When the lad turned off the shower he noticed that his clothes were gone. He came out into the room wearing a towel around his waist. 'You won't need clothes,' I told him. 'Just go to bed as you are."
"Before he had a chance to react I took a shower myself. When I walked back into the bedroom I wasn't even wearing a towel. Billy, in bed with a comic book, looked at me and turned pale.
"I walked over to the bed slowly allowing my breasts to swing back and forth. To further display my body I pretended to adjust the drapes with my back and buttocks turned to him. I could feel his eyes burning into me. When I turned his paleness had become a red blush. Under the blankets his hand was moving over his crotch as he masturbated. 'Don't do that, Billy,' I told him. 'I'll show you other ways to have fun.
"I pulled back the blanket and sheet to expose his nakedness. He had a flawless ivory and rose skin, a good physical developement and a normally-sized sex organ which was stiffly aroused. I lay next to him in the bed and played with his thing for awhile being careful not to make him climax. I kissed the lad on his ruby lips and pressed my hard nipples against his chest. I didn't want to rape him as I had that lovely child in Bah. I wanted to seduce now that I had the time, the place and the boy.
"'Kiss me here,' I said and pointed to one of my nipples.
"Billy pressed his lips against the nipple briefly as if he were giving an aunt a duty kiss on the cheek. I encouraged the boy to be bolder and suck on my nipple. As soon as he got going there was no stopping him after that. As he sucked his hand groped the rest of my body but he still was afraid to touch my most intimate area. I brought his hand to it and even pushed one of his fingers inside my sexual opening.
"'Now lie on top of me, Billy boy,' I said and guided him as he mounted my body.
"The lamp was still on so he could see how his erect tube entered the slit between my legs. When he sunk deep inside me he brought his smooth chest against my uptilted breasts. The lad was too sexually naive to know that he had to move once his organ was inside my body so I told him what to do. He rose and fell once.
"'Do it again, sweetmeat,' I urged. "Billy repeated the action and didn't have to be told the next time. He rose and fell with increasing speed and sureness. Sex was such an easy lesson to learn that it is a wonder there are so many frustrated people in the world.
"The fourteen year old clutched me suddenly and, by now, I knew what was coming next. That's all right, baby,' I soothed. 'Just let yourself go. That's the stuff all men have to make sex with."
"Billy's very first orgasm was a good, solid, thrusting one that rained against my well-used flesh. I embraced him and whispered that he had to remain still at this point until his fluid was all emptied out.
"I took the lad's face between my hands and looked directly into his baby blues. 'Wasn't that fun, baby?' I asked. I wanted to impress on the recent virgin that sexual intercourse is a pleasure and not something you go to hell for in the next world or, for that matter, this one.
"Billy wanted to examine my entire body more closely so I let him handled my breasts; stare into my widely spread slit; grasp my buttocks; and then try some oral adventures on his own. He sucked both my nipples and licked me between my legs. As he performed cunnilingus I brought his lower torso against my face and took his male member orally. We formed the classic '69' position as we used out mouths for love-making.
"The lad had his second climax and I drained him dry. By the time he had exhausted himself it was almost midnight. We had been making the many kinds of love for almost three hours. Billy nestled his head between my breasts and drifted off to a snoring sleep. I was about to drop off myself when Jane and Slone tip-toed into the room. 'How did you two make out?' Slone asked.
"I was going to ask you the same question,' I said.
"'We kept losing and winning for a couple of hours but finally wound up in the hole."
" 'So did Billy,' I laughed and the boy's eyes fluttered open.
"Jane and Slone hovered over the lad and I could smell liquor on their breaths. They kept saying that Billy was the cutest thing they ever saw and then pulled the blankets down to get a better look at him. The lad, too worn to arouse the slightest sexual interest, pulled the blanket back and snuggled even closer to my naked body.
"The least you could've done,' Jane said with mock severity, 'is leave a little something for us."
"In the morning Billy had to leave so I drove him out to a spot where I knew he would pick up a northbound car. I watched him hitchhike for a couple of minutes until an auto stopped next to him. Billy got in and waved to me as the car pulled off. I glanced at the driver. He was an ugly fat man and I hoped that the lad wouldn't accept his invitation to stay at another motel. There are so many weird characters on the road today. I'll be fair and include myself."
Slone.
"Did you know that Des Moines, Iowa has a hippie colony? Des Moines, Iowa of all the cornball places!
"I was at the whell of The Lovewagon when we entered this most American city. I expected to see women in print dresses and health shoes like that dame wore in the Japanese bordello for broads. But, as soon as I drove downtown I saw these hippie kids in their crazy clothes, beads, beards, and all the rest of it. Des Moines, Iowa, I later found out, was not as square as its name sounds.
"The three of us checked into a so-so hotel for the night. Since we didn't expect to spend another day in the city we didn't care for frills ... just comfort.
"I got into my sexiest slacks and tightest sweater and went back to that hippie colony. I was twice the age of most of the kids and probably looked like somebody's mother trying to find her lost teenager. I went into a coffee house and looked over the crowd. The older boys didn't appeal to me because of their too long hair and beards. I picked out one lad of fifteen who had a lot of hair but it was neatly combed. His clothes were shabby yet clean and his general appearance was that of a nice, square kid trying to be a swinger.
"When he caught me looking at him he smiled and sat next to me. 'You're new here,' he said.
"'Honey, I'm new everywhere! I responded.
"This statement was intriguing enough for him to accept me as a fellow hippie despite the fact I was close to triple his age. I elaborated on my statement and told him that I was in the last leg of a world-wide journey.
"'What are you traveling for?' he wanted to know.
"'Love, honey,' I answered and pushed my knee into his under the table to emphasize my point.
"Needless to say the boy became interested when I told him about some of the affairs I'd had with young males. At this point in the trip I had become very candid about myself. To make it with a teenaged boy a mature woman only had to grab his crotch and say: 'How's about it?'
"I didn't exactly do that to Keith (aged fifteen) but I came close enough. Keith was boiling over with a need for the experience I had been giving out and was candid in his approach, too. 'Would you ... do me?' he asked timidly.
"'Never had it before?' I wanted to know.
"He shook his head indicating his untouched state and I asked him to leave the coffee shop with me. Once outside the next question to settle was where to go. I couldn't take the lad back to the hotel because I had not signed him in and so I couldn't pass him off as my son as Veronica had back in Las Vegas with that cutey she picked up on the road. The boy didn't know where to go offhand because he lived with his parents. I then saw the most obvious seduction spot right across the street ... The Lovewagon. Although I had been riding around in the car looking for love I had yet to make love in it.
"I drove the boy to a factory district which was deserted because it was the weekend. It was broad daylight but the place seemed safe enough because not a soul was around. Since there was more room in the back that's where I took the lad.
"Keith had that confused expression on his face that I had seen on many other boys. He just couldn't quite believe what was happening to him. He probably had entertained many sexual thoughts but this was the very first time they seemed to becoming realities.
"I took off my shoes and socks and then pulled my slacks down. The boy didn't make a move to undo his own clothes and just watched me in awe. I pulled my panties down and exposed my hairy cleft Keith touched my sex timidly with his fingers. 'Are you ready?' I asked and cupped my hand over his crotch. I felt his manhood like a hard roll of rubber under the cloth of his pants.
"'I ... I don't think I should,' he stammered. 'It just doesn't seem right."
"I wasn't going to argue morality with him so I made it a clear-cut business proposition. Ten dollars will make it seem right,' I said. When I shoved the ten dollar bill in his shirt pocket this broke down what resistance he had. If you can't make a boy right away when you grab for his crotch just grab for your pusrse. This was a fact I've learned in my travels.
"The boy took off his shoes because he could not pull his tight pants over them. He wasn't wearing any shorts and his aroused maleness stood up like a flagpole. He was well-endowed and had a large patch of pubic hair. While his face was boyish he was more than a man between his legs. 'And you've been letting all that go unattended?' I said as I grasped his tender flesh. 'You're in the Love Generation, honey, show you stuff freely."
"Keith's brow broke out into little beads of sweat. 'What ... what do I do now?' he wanted to know.
"'Just do what you think you're supposed to do,' I said curious to see how a virgin lad would start the love act without help.
"He paused for a moment and then spread my legs apart. The back seat was roomy but it was still a tight squeeze for love-making. Keith had me sit in the middle of the seat and then he guided his flagpole into my cleft. He stared down at himself as the sexual contact was made and pushed all the way into my body.
"The lad spread himself out on top of me and started to pump. In his lifetime the boy was going to do this piston-like action tens of thousands of times but here, in a sun-baked street in Des Moines, Iowa, I was receiving his very first stroke.
"The fifteen year old gasped as he thrust time and time again, passion filling every cell of his being. When he climaxed he kept on pumping even harder. His fluid flooded my body and I sucked on one of his ears while the orgasm roared silently. Keith was now gasping so loud I was afraid he was going to have a heart attack right in my arms. For all I knew he had a heart condition. After all, I didn't give any of the boys I've laid so far an examination beyond genital measuring.
"Keith emptied himself out into me and his flesh became limp and languid. He lay on me for a moment and fought to catch his breath. His heart beat wildly against my body and it felt as if it were about to leap out of his body.
When I looked up at him I noticed that his face was very flushed and shiny with sweat. Carefully I slipped out from under him and sat up on the back seat that had just been my bed.
"The fifteen year old leaned against the seat and took deep breaths. When he seemed calmer I asked: 'Are you all right?'
"'Yeah ... I don't know what came over me. Is it always like this?'
"'No, not at all. Boys get excited but you sounded like you were about to have a heart attack. You don't have a heart condition, do you?'
"'Does that matter?' he asked surprised.
"I groaned out loud. 'Answer my question and I'll answer yours."
"Keith admitted that his family doctor advised him to watch his activities and not strain himself. He did have a heart condition after all. I suppose, after making love to so many boys, I would have to eventually meet one like Keith to whom love is more of a danger than an enjoyment.
"I told the lad that sex was one of the most demanding physical activities of all and that he should ignore my previous advice about showing his meat around freely. Then I recalled how he had hesitated just before the love act. It wasn't any moral sense that had given him pause but the idea that the sex act would be harmful to him.
"No affair with a boy ever depressed me as much as this one had including that awful experience with Vincente. That Italian lad came close to killing me but I came close to killing Keith. Since I was the one to press both affairs the responsibility for them was mine. If Vincente killed me I would have only myself to blame. If I had killed Keith....
"I didn't want to think about anymore but I stayed with the lad until I knew he was fine. We went back to the coffee house to drink, eat and talk. Before I left him I advised the boy to see his doctor and explain exactly what had happened in the back seat of The Lovewagon. It was strange for me to actually want a teenager to tell about our affair. My relationship with the fifteen year old showed me tha love, for some people, must be taken in moderation. It had been a hard lesson for a most immoderate woman to learn."
Jane.
"When I saw the Atlantic Ocean from the front seat of The Lovewagon I knew that the sex cruise was over. How many boys have there been? You have all the letters so I guess You've been keeping count.
"I thought my adventures would be over until we stayed the night at a creepy looking motel just north of New York City. We all crowded into one cabin and expected to sleep the night away when another car pulled up next to our and three boys piled out. I exchanged glances with the other gay divorcees and we all had the same idea at the same time ... why not have one last fling?
"Steve, Bob and Kenneth were all seventeen years old and members of the same high school football team. They had just come back from New York as we were headed towards the city. The boys had spent a weekend in New York and expressed disappointment that they couldn't find any girls. Now, I tell you, how could we resist a plea for help like that?
"The teenagers had some bottles of liquor with them and we invited them into our cabin. The kids seemed excited by the notion that they were actually in a motel cabin with three women although I doubted they planned to go beyond the flirting stage. That would be up to us.
"Steve was a tall, blond boy who appeared to be shy and awkward; Bob was a friendly, well-built lad with dark, curly hair, and Kenneth was a chubby fellow with a dozen dimples in his face. The gay divorcees singled out their favorties. Slone got Bob; Veronica got Steve; and I got the one with all the dimples. The six of us downed a quart of whiskey in no time at all and the teenagers were beginning to act like men of the world.
"'Yeah, 'Kenneth said to me, 'those New York chicks are cold, man. They walked right by me when I tried to be friendly."
"I suppose I was the one to get the party really rolling when I patted the chubby lad on the knee and said: 'You fellows must be pretty hard-up for some sex, right?'
"The boys exhanged looks this time. They had the same idea at once, too. 'Are you women...? I mean, are you three...? '
"'Ladies of the evening?' I injected. 'No, not really. We pay boys and not the other way around."
"There was a moment of silence as the lads digested this bit of information. 'Are you kidding?' Steve asked.
"Since I was the one to bring sex into the conversation it was up to me to press the matter to the only logical and wonderful conclusion. I stood up and started to strip in front of everyone. When I was naked the three football players stared at me as so very many other boys had done all over the world. I was the slightest of the divorcees but they looked at me as if I were a movie queen.
"I sat in Kenneth's lap and felt his sexually aroused organ against my bare buttocks. 'Gee!' he said in awe. 'Gee whiz!'
"Gee whizl I thought that term went out with radio and serials. I kissed the chubby seventeen year old on the cheek and asked: 'What will you charge me for sex?'
"'Gee ... gee whiz ... ,' he answered.
"It was clear that the chubby one was cherry. A boy with even the slightest experience would have been into me by now. The other two lads were just as inexperienced and this pleased Slone and Veronica. We all had a passion for young male virgins because they were a challenge to our erotic skills.
"Veronica took off all her clothes and showed off her shapely breasts and long legs. Slone stripped last and flaunted her meaty body at the boy with the dark curls. 'Are you kids chicken?' she taunted. 'You went to New York for girls. You should've gone for women. Women appreciate young studs more than do those silly little teenyboppers. How many of them are willing to pay you boys for sex? The next time ignore the girls and go for the mature females."
"The boys started to take off their clothes in a hurry after that speech. Kenneth looked plump but, after feeling his body, I found that he was all meat and no fat. His sex organ was a huge thing that curled upwards almost to his belly button.
"Steve's body was lean and filled with muscles I've never seen before. Bob's shoulders and back were imposing and his erect flesh trembled with anticipation. My boy was th best endowed of all the boys I've had around the world. I've had male organs in many states and shapes in countries all over the globe but I had to wait until my last affair to meet the lad with the largest.
"Slone took Bob to one of the beds and we all watched as she broke him in. Her technique was polished and very effective and she had the virgin lad ramming like an old pro himself in a matter of seconds. When he completed the sex act he rolled over on his back in utter contentment. 'Man! That was great!' he cried out in sheer joy.
"Veronica took Steve to bed with her and we watched these long, blond beings entwine in passion. Veronica, showing off, played with the boy's erect part with the tip of her tongue and then she spread her legs. The lean high school football star was so anxious to get at her that he almost fell off the bed. He hung on and his narrow rump moved up and down so fast that he created a blur.
"The blond boy let out an animalistic grunt and his rump came in focus again as he stopped moving. Everyone in the room knew that he was spilling over.
"It was my turn. I grabbed Kenneth by his salami of sex and pulled him over to the bed. I sat down in front of him and licked this meaty tube from tip to base. I didn't want the lad to have his first orgasm orally and rolled back onto the bed. I parted my legs as wide as possible because I wanted to give him all the room he required. Kenneth lay hard and heavy upon my body and he didn't waste time trying inch into me gently. He rammed his entire salami into my body with a savage stroke. I cried out in shock and some pain. If I had met Kenneth at the beginning of the sex cruise I probably would've been too afraid to continue in case I would meet other studs who would be as well-endowed.
"The husky seventeen year old lifted his bulky body and plowed into me once more. I felt as if the tip of his organ was going out through the rear of my body and into the mattress. He rammed down again and, in a spasm of lust, I lifted my legs straight up in the air. Again he rammed and I brought my knees back towards my face giving the lad all the room possible. Kenneth thrust into me time and time again and I wondered when he was going to release himself. When his release did come it felt like someone turning a hose of hot water into my body.
"The evening was as young as the boys and we all swapped. In case you're keeping score just add three affairs to each of our lists. We might as well end the sex cruise with a big bang, right?
"I got Steve as my next sex partner. Once he, like his friends, had spewed out the first of his passion he became less awkward and more animated. We French-kissed on the bed while playing with one another's sexual part. The boy told me that the most sex he had ever had up until he met us was when he 'fingered' a girl at a drive-in-movie, I guess fingering is kid stuff to you, huh?' he asked.
"There is no such thing as kid stuff when it comes to sex,' I assured him. if it excites, thrills, causes passion then it should be used. I enjoy being fingered myself."
"Knowing that I wouldn't think less of him for performing this mild sexual activity Steve stuck one finger into my slit and started squirming it around inside my body. As he did this I masturbated him into erotic stiffness and then mouthed his organ until he had a climax.
"Slone had Kenneth sodomize her with his tremendous part and I wondered how she could take it all. I knew that the oldest of our group had discovered the joys of anal intercourse during the trip but I didn't know that it had become her special passion.
"Bob, the seventeen year old with the black curls, wanted to experience this form of love-making and I agreed to be his partner. I lubricated his tube of flesh with cold cream and instructed him to be very careful. The lad slipped his sex organ into my rear with a gentle yet firm movement and spilled over.
"The six of us coasted for the next couple of hours just kissing and drinking. Once the boys got up another sexual wind the party was under way again.
"Kenneth came back to me with his gigantic manhood and I was surprised at how sure of himself he had become in only a few hours of love. Gone was that clumsiness and inhibition. The seventeen year old plowed into me with artful power and care. I didn't think I would lose control of myself after so many affairs but I did. I clawed at the young stud's broad back as he plowed his rigid manhood between my legs. 'More! More! More!' I cried aloud.
"The teenaged lad kept moving with increased passion and, once again, I felt as if a hot water hose was filling me once he climaxed.
"There was another swap and still another but I can't recall all the details after that. We drank, made love, and drank again. Through the night the motel's manager knocked on our door and told us to be quiet. A couple of times he said he was going to call the police. I thought of how ironic it would be to get busted for 'impairing the morals of minors' just as the trip was ending. There had been many times where I had come close to being caught with a young lad but luck had been with me all through the journey around the world.
"When I woke up in the morning I was hung-over and my entire body felt as if it had been through a meat grinder and, in a way, it had. Three lusty teenaged boys having sex for the first time is meat grinder enough for any woman.
"The cabin was a mess and I could see my female friends sleeping naked on the same bed. The boys were gone and I realized I must've fallen asleep before the party was over. I went into the bathroom and examined my body. I was covered with hickey marks. My breasts were red with them and my sexual area was one painful welt. I had thought I would spend the last night of the sex journey in peaceful slumber but I had experienced the most sexual affair of the entire trip in the cabin just north of New York City. This only goes to prove that American boys do love mature women as much as do their foreign counterparts. Once a young American lad finds out that older women are just as sexual as teenyboppers ... if not more so ... hell seek out adult bed companions. I know that I had done my bit to turn on three high school football stars to the unheralded glories of the mature female.
"Slone and Veronica got up as hung-over as I. Their bodies had their share of hickies. In the last stages of the party the boys had become very oral. Veronica's breasts were livid with the mouthings of boys and Slone's butts were so raw that she couldn't sit down. They agreed with me that last night's session had been the most exciting one of the entire trip.
"When we went to pay our bill the manager, a nasty old man of thirty, glared at us. 'You three grown women should be ashamed of yourselves the way you carried on with those boys last night,' he complained. 'Mature men have come here with young girls but this is the first time I've ever seen mature women with young boys. What is the world coming to, anyhow?'
"'I don't know what the world is coming to, pops,' I told this man who was at least three years my junior. 'But I want to hang on and see what the future is like if last night is an example of things to come."
"The manager sniffed coldly and turned his back on us once we paid him for the use of the cabin. As I walked towards The Lovewagon I suddenly remembered another fee I had not paid yet. 'We promised those boys money,' I said.
"'Don't worry about that,' Slone said. 'We paid them last night. They got five bucks each if that's all right with you."
"'Of course it is,' I said. 'Five dollars for three teenaged boys is one of the best bargains we've had since the trip began."
"'It would have been the best bargain of all,' Veronica added. 'The kids not only refused the money at first they wanted to pay us."
"'How flattering!' I exclaimed. 'After so many boys we're still considered fresh and exciting meat."
"'It was all those boys who made us so fresh and exciting,' Slone said. 'Young girls wear mature men down but young boys seem to have the opposite effect on older women. I wonder how our husbands are doing with their child brides?'
"'Who cares?' I said as I got behind the wheel of The Lovewagon which now had plenty of mileage on it. They didn't care about us when they dropped us for those kids so why should we worry about them?'
"We all laughed as we drove off to New York City and the end of our long journey into boyland. But, is it an end? The Lovewagon may had plenty of mileage on it but it still has many more miles to go. The car, like the three gay divorcees, is not ready for the scrap heap yet."