Chapter 7
The curtains were drawn and the lights and the music were low. It had been a good day at pool-side and, except for Tina Whitman, everybody in the group displayed healthy suntans as they sat sipping wine and smoking marijuana in Gene's and Rita's immense living room. Everyone wore casual clothing. Thus far, only the Great Dane, Muff, and the tropical fish in Gene's huge aquarium were without clothing. Even the blank-eyed fish finning lazily in the tank seemed to be in a state of anticipation, however.
The question in everyone's mind was: Just what did Gene and Rita have planned for tonight's activity? This being the final night of the weekend, everyone wondered just what their bizarre host and hostess had in store for them. In the meantime, most members of the group indulged in idle chatter. At the moment, the topic of conversation was Ortega and Chuck. Unquestionably, their seduction had been the highlight of the day.
"Yes, it's too bad they couldn't stay over for the party," Gene was saying. "I tried to persuade them to hang around after they'd finished clearing up the debris over at the old house but -" He held his hands in the air, palms up, in a gesture of helplessness. "I guess they were a little tired after their sessions here at the house. Rita did manage to get two of the other workmen, though. Care to tell the folks about it, Rita?" he said, offering his wife the floor.
"Certainly, Gene," she replied.
Roger, sitting beside Denise on the floor, shook his head. The tour-guide attitude, the air of formality that Gene and Rita displayed when casually discussing sexual matters never ceased to astound him. He massaged Denise's neck as Rita began her report.
"Let me see," Rita said. "I guess it was about four when Gene decided to check on the boys' work over at the old house." She grinned, much like a leader at a PTA meeting. "Well, since I hadn't had a chance at either Ortega or Chuck, I asked Gene if I couldn't see how the boys were doing. I knew, of course, that the other two workmen had thus far been without sex, right?"
A murmur ran through the group: "Yeah... sure... certainly... naturally," people said.
"Well, I wanted one of those guys. There's something about seducing a young, workman kind of guy that appeals to me. At any rate, I had oral relations with one in the front seat of their truck and conventional sex with the other."
Gene began clapping and the others joined in to offer their applause, which Rita accepted with a bow.
"I must say," she continued, "that we were fortunate to have Ortega and Chuck here instead of those two. They were only average-in every respect. Phillip, the first, came almost as soon as I got his prick in my mouth, and the other chap, Rex, seemed to think that sex is a matter of seeing if you can come in ten seconds or less. Both men were disappointing, despite the fact that they were of good size and achieved reasonably firm erections."
Gene stepped forward then. "Thanks, Rita. Sorry about that disappointment. Any questions?"
There were no questions, only a few sympathetic groans.
"Very well then, gang," Gene said. "Probably a lot of you have been wondering what we've scheduled for tonight." Again there were murmurs that indicated curiosity. Gene silenced the group with his hands over his head. "I've scheduled several activities. First, there'll be an oral sex version of Musical Chairs. Everybody will form a circle-one girl for each guy. When the music stops, the guys will lap pussy, okay? I'll be operating the music, so the timing will be up to me. Then we'll switch it around and the males will be the recipients. The idea is to force variety, even though many of you have had considerable variety already. Get it?"
Apparently everybody understood. There were no questions.
"Absolutely no orgasms, though," Gene said evenly. "There'll be plenty of time for that later during the free activity' period. Understood?"
Again, everybody understood.
Roger felt Denise's lips against his ear. "Sounds awfully unhygienic," she said.
Roger shrugged. "I suppose you can go as far as you want with it," he explained. "I mean, you could just kind of fake it if you wanted to."
"Fake it?" she said. "Maybe the guys, but not the girls!"
"Just wait and see. Just play it by-uh- ear." He laughed at his choice of the word ear.
"The second game will be a revised version of Blind Man's Buff," Gene continued. "You all remember that childhood game? Here, there will be one referee... without a blindfold. Everyone else will be blindfolded and naked. The participants, which means everybody, will spin around until they're dizzy. Then, blindfolded, they'll have sex with the first member of the opposite sex they encounter. Again, please, no orgasms. We want the evening to last as long as possible. Understood? So that's it, gang. First, Musical Suck, then Blind Man's Fuck. Okay, everybody strip down for the first event."
Gene turned out all the lights except the single red bulb at the end of the room and the light inside the fish tank. When everybody had stripped, he directed the action until a circle had been formed. Suddenly he stopped, turning. "Reggie, naturally I thought after-I mean after your contact with Tina, you might care to join."
"No, thank you, old man," Reggie said, sitting close to Tina on the couch. "And Tina prefers merely to observe also," he added. "We'll explain later."
"Very well," Gene said, obviously disappointed as he stepped to the volume control dial of the stereo. "Ready, gang! Here we go! Music!"
In the red light, the moving about of the bodies struck Roger as weird, eerie-like some ritual being carried out by a witch coven. Still, everybody had consumed enough wine so that they were game for anything. Between the grass and the wine, he even found himself giggling as the group circulated. When the music stopped, ironically, he found himself face to face with Denise !
"Well, hello!" he said. "Haven't had your pussy in ages!"
Willingly, seemingly relieved, Denise lay on her back while Roger lay with his head in her lap. He didn't fake it, as he had indicated to Denise earlier, but buried his tongue in her warm snatch, reveling in "home territory." In fact, when the music started again, he was reluctant to stop licking at her vagina. Her firm grip on his head was a long time in releasing, too.
The music stopped again, and this time Roger found himself facing Rita. Rita was one of the few girls-with the exception of Doris and Patti -with whom he had had no sex. He wanted to hold back slightly and savor the lingering taste of Denise, but Rita would not hold still for it. She seemed about to engulf his entire head in her snatch when the music started again. Next, he drew the delectable Greta and he lapped her greedily, almost with the same excitement as he had felt with Denise. When the music started, Greta gave him a peculiar half smile that seemed to say, Yes, my patient instructor. You're still the best.
Then followed Elaine and the others, each pussy fragrant and delicious, only the psychological feelings of the partners making the contact more or less desirable. Twice, however, Gene had to caution the eager Italian boy, Tony, to release his partner. The lad seemed hell-bent on making each girl he encountered achieve a climax. Once, there was a problem, too, with young Denny when he clung too long to Doris's blonde cunt.
Finally, the lights came on. "Well, gang?" he queried. "Did you enjoy our lovely female guests?"
The men applauded in appreciation and the girls, not to be outdone, applauded too. From the corner, Muff howled.
"Very well, gang," Gene said. "We'll now switch roles. And remember-no orgasms! Any man coming in any young lady's mouth"-he broke off, searching for words-"well, we'll sic Muff on him and have his testicles bitten off."
There was laughter as, once again, the music started. Once again, too, Roger was struck by the strange sight of naked bodies moving in a circle in the dim red light, the girls' mouths waiting and eager, then men's faces still wet from the previous phase of the game and their dripping hard-ons standing out before them like so many waiting morsels ready to be feasted upon. Female breasts glistened, heaved.
The music stopped and Roger stood facing Greta, who winked lustfully as she went down on both knees before his stiff prick. Obviously she intended to repay him for something because it was all he could do to avoid coming into her hot mouth. She certainly wasn't making any attempt to save herself for the other males! Her tongue wrapped around the head of his cock and the sounds emitting from his crotch were the loudest in the room. As a bonus she tickled his rectum and drew his scrotum deeply and gently into her mouth just before the music resumed again.
He drew Doris next and was surprised to learn that she was determined to stick her tongue into the tiny opening in the tip of his member. Actually, it was not an altogether pleasant sensation. In fact, it stung slightly and he wished she would just suck cock like the rest of the girls. She did fondle his balls ticklingly though, and this compensated for her highly unorthodox tonguing of his organ.
It was Rita who surprised him. First, he had not done the best of jobs on her when the roles were reversed and, second, having detected her obvious fondness for females, he guessed that she would merely go through the motions of cocksucking mechanically. He was astonished! Her mouth first gently ingested his prick very lightly, barely making contact, to produce a delightful change of pace from the greedy Doris; then exerted a gradual increase of pressure as she twirled her tongue about his foreskin and jacked his cock in and out of her mouth so that it touched the back of her throat.
The last girl to feast on his meat was Elaine, and he knew what to expect from her! Her technique was good-straightforward, though slightly unimaginative. He liked to think of it as the "vacuum cleaner technique," which was a style similar to Yolanda's. It was functional, certainly got the job done and, in all probability, accounted for the origin of the term "sucking off." It was the style adopted by prostitutes and women who wanted to get the job done with a minimum of effort and time. It felt good, of course, but lacked finesse.
When the circle had been completed and every female had feasted on the organ of every male, Gene stopped the music and called for a fifteen-minute break before beginning the Blind Man's Fuck game. "Rest up, folks," he said. "Phase two is about to begin shortly. Did you all enjoy Musical Suck?"
There was only a smattering of applause. The game had been novel and stimulating, to say the least, but everybody seemed slightly on edge and unfulfilled. There were orgasms to be had, but nobody had been permitted to have one. Everyone seemed to feel weak, Roger noticed, and at the same time somewhat tense. Penises which a moment ago had stood erect and ready to complete their missions now dwindled sullenly, cheated, deprived of their right to spurt. Pussies, too, ceased gushing their lubricant- the hot nests contracting now that no rigid objects would be penetrating them.
Roger flopped down on the floor beside Denise. "Fun, but slightly frustrating, huh?" he said. "God, a minute more of that game and my balls would ache for a week!"
Denise pushed down on her pelvis, wincing. "Yes, I feel the same way. You get worked up to a certain pitch and it's hard to-to just turn it off."
Roger noticed that her blonde cunt hair, slightly darker than the taffy locks that framed her face, was sopping wet from the lapping of many tongues. His own pubic hair, too, was drenched with saliva.
"Denise, honey," he said. "Maybe when this fuck game starts we could cheat a little-I mean, peek through our blindfolds and arrange to have each other. I miss you, hon. Really. This party is very interesting but, God, would I love to sink my shaft in your snatch! What do you say?"
Denise's lovely face contorted in pain and frustration. "Oh, yes," she said. "I still feel at home with you-that your cock belongs to me. I know I shouldn't feel possessive about it-we agreed not to-but I'd love to have you inside me.
Roger winked. "Good. It's settled then. Don't worry. I'll find you and to hell with this no-orgasm policy. We'll make it together-like always before."
Denise's face lit up hopefully. "Yes, let's not let anybody stop us."
-Just then, Gene called Roger over to the stereo set. Roger rose and crossed the room. "Listen, Rog," Gene said softly, "being the host is killing me. You know what it's like watching all you guys sucking away and just standing here? It's hell. Would you mind refereeing the Blind Man's Fuck game? I want to see a little action too, you know?"
Roger sighed, staring across the room at his beautiful Denise. Fate, it seemed, was working against them. "I'd like to help out," he said finally. "But what about Reggie?"
Gene shook his head, grimacing. "I already asked him. It seems he and Tina have something going-some kind of love scene, I guess-and they don't want to take part in any of the festivities. I hate to ask this favor of you, but-" He shrugged and held his hands at his genitals as though he would burst if he didn't get laid. "Reggie and Tina?" Roger asked incredulously.
"Yeah," Gene said, pointing over at the couch.
Roger looked and couldn't believe his eyes. Reggie arid Tina sat, still fully clothed, holding hands and staring lovingly into each other's eyes.
"But I thought his bag was watching. He would make a perfect referee for the game."
"Nope," Gene repeated. "He says he'll have no part of it. He and Tina are sitting the evening out. Definitely."
Roger gazed longingly across the room at Denise again. God, he thought, it was bad enough not being able to fuck her, as they had discussed. Now he was going to have to watch somebody else fuck her! Before Roger could protest further, Gene stepped to the center of the room.
"Okay, everybody, the fuck game is about to begin. Roger has kindly consented to act as referee, so that the host"-Gene grinned-"might take a turn with the group. Rog has sharp eyes, gang, so remember not to peek through your blindfolds. Anybody caught peeking gets Muff male or female!"
There was a ripple of laughter. Roger exchanged glances with Denise and both of them shook their heads in disappointment.
"Of course, many of you females may prefer Muff to a human partner-that's your business -but he isn't always as gentle as you saw him with Elaine this morning. So I advise you not to try any tricks. Our blindfolds are over there on the dining room table. We'll put them on, then Roger will spin each member until he or she is dizzy and place people around the room. The idea is to find a member of the opposite sex, drop to the floor wherever you might be, and fuck. Naturally, the position you wish to assume and whatever preliminaries you may wish to indulge in are entirely up to you."
Suddenly Rita crossed the room and whispered in Gene's ear. He nodded, pondering for a moment, then made another announcement.
"Listen, gang, Rita here has made a suggestion. It has been pretty frustrating up till now, I know. Rita suggests we waive the no-orgasm rule of the game. In other words, any couple wishing to go ahead and come may do so. There'll still be a free-activity period following the game, but if you really feel you want to come it has been suggested that this be allowed. How do you feel about it, folks?"
Cheers echoed throughout the room.
"Very well then," Gene said. "The no-orgasm rule has been officially waived--unanimously."
As Rita returned to her chair across the room, she graciously accepted the congratulations of the group for bringing about this change in the rules. Young Denny raised his hand then and was recognized by Gene, who listened to the lad's question.
"Denny has brought up an important point, gang," Gene said. "The answer is, no, Denny. This will be strictly an event for twosomes. I understand that many of you like to gather into various groupings. After all, who doesn't? But for now let's keep this strictly a one-on-one affair. Afterward, during the free-activity period, those who may wish to form larger units may do so."
Yolanda, Doris, and Patti, the pleasure team, seemed to be pouting over the decision, Roger noticed.
"Now for the blindfolds!" Gene said, leading the group to the table.
Each member placed a black strip of cloth about his head, then submitted to Roger's inspection. Roger went from person to person, stooping and waving his hands in front of faces. As far as he could tell, there was no deception and all of the participants were truly sightless. One by one, he spun the party members and spaced them equally about the room.
"Sorry, honey," he said when he came to Denise. "Think how I feel. I've got to watch you!" He spun her around as he had all the others and stood her near the fish aquarium. Damn Reggie! he thought. The guy had been a goddam voyeur all his fucking life and all of a sudden he'd decided to fall in love! Glancing over at the couch where the couple still sat staring enraptured at each other, Roger wanted to kill the bastard. And Tina, too.
"Whenever you're ready, Roger," Gene called.
"All right, everyone," Roger yelled. "BEGIN!"
The guests began fumbling, touching furniture, groping walls now as they sought contact with human flesh. In a way, it was amusing, Roger thought. Young Denny, for instance, first found Reggie, and Reggie had to point him toward the center of the room. Greta tripped over Muff and backed away in horror. Also, there were many contacts which were illegitimate and even hilarious. Yolanda encountered Rita. Both began groping until they discovered breasts, then moved on in search of flat hairy chests or cocks and balls. Tony and Gene collided, too, and backed away instantly when they were able to determine they were of the same gender.
The first couple to make contact was Rita and Gene! Whether they were aware of each other's identity, Roger did not know, but it seemed the height of irony that the host and hostess of the party-man and wife at an orgy-would end up fucking on their own living room floor.
Denise and Tony were the next to pair up. As the handsome Italian made contact with Denise, Roger's heart sank. They collided, bumping heads. Then Tony's hands found Denise's long hair and slid down to fondle her breasts. He pulled her to the floor at once, his hard-on snapping briskly to attention as he pressed his mouth hungrily to hers. When he placed her delicate hand on his throbbing organ it was all Roger could do to keep from running over and tearing them from each other.
In a moment, they lay side by side, Denise's arms about Tony's neck as he lapped and laved her nipples while his hands worked on her cunt, stroking the length of it while her hips pumped in response. Roger couldn't blame her, he knew. The preliminary games had transported everyone to the brink, tormented their instincts, and now they were finding relief with whomever they could make genital contact.
Tony sat on top of her now, feeding his long tool directly into her mouth. God, hadn't they had enough oral stimulation earlier? Apparently not, for Denise-his Denise-willingly accepted the thick, probing cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. She held it, guiding it with her hand, sucking hungrily, nursing on the rod as she urged him on by pulling his buttocks hard with her free hand.
Damn it! he swore to himself and, with effort, directed his attention to Greta and Denny, who had just made contact. They were proceeding more slowly, tenderly massaging each other's genitals. Greta had both hands on Denny's dripping hunk of meat and was lovingly running her fingers tantalizingly up and down the entire shaft, stopping now and then to tickle his balls, then reaching up to fondle his nipples. Denny responded by gently massaging her clit with his finger and rotating the thick of his palm over her pubic mound at the same time. Like Tony, he too nursed at his partner's breasts, except he took brief departures to nibble at her ears and plant wet kisses on her neck and eyes.
But it was Marty, whom Roger had not seen in action since the first night of the party, that surprised him. With seemingly few preliminaries, he had flopped Elaine over onto her stomach and was plunging his ramrod into her ass. Elaine apparently didn't mind because she was crouched on all fours and spreading the cheeks of her buttocks to hasten his total entrance.
"All the way in!" Roger heard her pleading. "Shove it all the way up and in. Right in my bung-whoever you are!"
Now the living room was a maze of spasming bodies-bodies writhing and pumping and responding desperately to one another under the dim red light. Only Reggie and Tina sat calmly, without moving, as they watched the activity. The contrast was alarming. Here were two of the more unusual guests-at least they had been considered unusual-quietly holding hands in contrast to the frantic couplings on the floor. It was as though they were postgraduates in the sexual arts passing a cool and impartial judgment on the neophytes' animal like activity. Yes, Roger was sure of it. Reggie's quiet, superior air and Tina's faint aristocratic smile betrayed their attitudes.
He turned his gaze once again to the floor, and once again he found himself unable to keep his eyes from Tony who now gobbled at his Denise's crotch. Denise had her entire upper body raised from the carpet, only her shoulders resting for support. Her legs encircled Tony's neck, and the Italian held firmly to her trunk with both hands so that he could bury his face as deeply as possible in her snatch. They continued that way for a while, then Tony lay her flat and inserted his thick gristle into her love hole. He was slamming it to her all right, and she loved it.
With every pistonlike thrust, her eager buttocks which was firm in his hands now, drove hard, savagely, to meet the man's force. She prodded him with her heels, spurring his back hard to drive him to still greater effort. Tony's balls swayed, tossed to and fro as he jammed his cock deep into the heat of her. The upper half of Denise's body gyrated, twisted, grinding her breasts into the dark, hairy chest for nipple stimulation.
Roger turned his attention to Gene and Rita... Denny and Greta... Elaine and Marty... all of them... everybody fucking... fucking... fucking... endlessly fucking...
For the first time since his arrival, it suddenly dawned on Roger that there were more girls at the party than men! Why he hadn't thought of this fact until now he did not know, but, of course, the explanation was that Yolanda, Doris, and Patti worked as a team. Then, too, as referee, he increased the inequity since he was not participating. It was the sight of blonde Doris, blindfolded and alone, that drove home this fact. He crossed the room, bent down, and lifted her to her feet. Then he removed her blindfold. He saw that she was crying.
"No, please leave it on," she said, wiping tears from her eyes. "I-I don't want anyone to see my-my tears."
Roger's heart went out to her. "No need to cry, dear," he said. "Naturally, somebody had to be left out. After all, I'm a referee and can't participate. If Reggie over there-" He broke off, not wanting to vent his anger on the dapper gentleman who had found a woman who could stimulate him at last. "Where are Yolanda and Patti?" he asked.
"Up in-their-their room," she sobbed. "They don't care... they don't-don't care... "
Even with all the fucking about them, Roger had to ask the question that popped into his mind. "What do you girls-the three of you do when you're not at-at a party like this?"
"We don't go to parties like this very often," she said, her voice even now. Apparently, the sight of the orgy had jarred her out of her self-pity. "We all live near each other. Our husbands decided to go on a fishing trip, so we-we decided to have a fling of our own. It happened once before. That's why Gene and Rita know us. Yolanda's the only one who-who ever fools around."
Roger was amazed. He had pegged all three of the girls as freaks of some kind, and here they were just getting even with their inattentive husbands! He found himself laughing. Amidst the groans and grunts of the orgy, he found himself oddly amused at his own mistaken judgment!
"You mean when this weekend is over you'll all just return to your husbands?" he asked.
Doris nodded, wiping her cheeks dry.
"But why are you crying?"
"It always has to be me," she said. "I'm always the one left out. Even when I was in high school boys never asked me to dance. It always has to be me."
Roger pulled her to him then and kissed her tenderly. "No, it doesn't," he said. "Look at 'em all. Is there any reason why we can't join them?"
"But you're-you're the referee," she said.
"Fuck the referee," he said. "What can they do to me, anyway? Call the police and put me in jail?"
Doris laughed then. Roger began massaging her firm breasts and eased her onto the floor. What the hell? he thought. Denise was fucking. Everybody was fucking. Why shouldn't he? Besides, Doris's disclosure that she was a housewife-not some demented and mythical nymphomaniac who toured some unreal and equally mythical "sex-party" circuit-made her suddenly attractive to him. His prick stood rigid and waiting now and he meant to use it. He propped his back against the wall and pulled Doris onto his lap, facing him.
"I hope you don't think I'm too mechanical," he said, "but right now I just feel like fucking. Let's you and I just fuck calmly and talk about it while I fuck your cunt, okay?" Already he was easing the tip of his bulging prick into her wet cunt. He could feel its wet heat enveloping his eager organ.
"Ummm," Doris said. "You're nice. We don't have to do anything frantic. We'll just fuck, like you say, and we'll talk about fucking while we do it. Ummmm."
Without haste, without desperate groping, they merely fucked. Doris rotated her hips slowly so that her velvet-smooth pussy massaged every pore of Roger's penis. They stared into each other's eyes, half smiling as they moved. It was a delightful mood and they reveled in the sheer pleasure of a man inside a woman.
"Does it feel nice?" Doris asked.
"Heh-heh, you know it does, baby," Roger said. "There's nothing in the whole world like your hot pussy over my cock."
"Does it really feel that good?" Doris asked, her eyes laughing, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it anyway.
"Yes, baby, that's what it's all about. Fucking is what it's all about--just fucking, fucking, fucking. Like this. I don't care if the whole world blows up. All I know is that my cock is in your cunt. I don't care if I die after this. It's really that good... really... "
Doris blinked her eyes slowly, her hips still working methodically, rhythmically, grinding the heat of her soft snatch over his cock so that it moved from side to side up inside of her. It was like hot velvet.
"I can feel you up there," she said. "It's nice and stiff and I love to just ride it like this and feel it sticking way up there. Pretty soon you'll shoot your sperm up there and it will feel good, won't it? It will feel better than anything, won't it?"
"Yes... better than anything____"
"And for me, too... better than anything... I'd rather fuck than do anything... "
"Me, too... rather fuck than anything... anything."
Roger did not wish to get mechanical at the moment. This fuck was too good, maybe the best fuck he had ever experienced, but he had to risk being mechanical somewhat because, after all, he wanted it to be good for her too. He did not want to come without her coming, too. Her not coming would ruin it. Right now he did not give a shit about the party. All he cared about was fucking Doris in her cunt until they both came and it felt good. But he knew some women were different from others and he knew he should take certain care to make certain that she did come. Coming was good. Not coming was not so good. So he massaged at the top of her vagina with his finger on her clitoris in hopes that she would come.
Doris was one of the ones who liked it that way-inside-and out at the same time. If she didn't want it that way, she would have told him so, he knew, because they were not about to lie to each other now. It was a good fuck for both of them and they were definitely beyond lying to each other about anything now that it was such a good fuck and so he kept on rubbing the little nub that would insure her coming.
"This is really fucking," she said, her eyes closed.
"Yes, this is fucking," he murmured. In the soft red light he could see her closed eyelids fluttering involuntarily, her head tossing easily from side to side, the pink tip of her tongue moving over her full lips. He wondered what his own face looked like, but only for an instant, because they were getting ready to come, he could tell. He was right.
"Yes, oh, yes," she said.
"Yes?" he asked to be sure.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes... "
And then they were both questioning and answering without words, just sounds, until the already high-pitched noises rose still higher and Doris's breath-whines told him, "Now! Yes, yes----" They lay locked for a long time. Eventually, Roger said, "I think this is the only thing that will mean anything to me when this weekend is over. I mean it."
"Me too," she said. "I think probably the rest is all bullshit."
"Yes," Roger said. "Bullshit is right. Perfect. Listen, you go home and be a good wife tomorrow."
"I will," Doris said, "and you be good, too."
"I will."
They parted then and Roger watched Doris cross the room toward the stairway that led to the upstairs room. She stopped at the foot of the stairway and smiled back at him. He nodded back, smiling too, hardly noticing the exhausted couples scattered about the floor, resting. The party was obviously over now-at least for tonight. In a few minutes Gene came over and began tossing pads onto the floor for sleeping. People began gathering blankets and pads and, stumbling, flopped down to go to sleep. Only the dim red bulb glowed and soon there was the sound of snoring. Reggie and Tina had gone upstairs.
The last thing Roger thought before falling asleep was, where is Denise? No doubt she was asleep on a pad with a blanket, like himself. He loved her and only fate had cheated them- fate and Gene-from making love tonight. Still, it didn't matter. He would never mean anything to Doris, nor her to him, but theirs had been a very special fuck.