CHAPTER EIGHT
I never solved the conflict. I was like the boy who worried about the s*x problem, and woke up with the solution on his stomach. I did not refuse Rex the next time he wanted me, what is the point of refusing what you have once granted? I simply enjoyed it, with more and more abandon, and thought less and less about the whys and wherefores. But I did not give up Rosy. On the contrary, my affair with her flamed more hotly than ever.
At the dance the night after Rex had first touched me, Rosy told me what a wonderful lover I was. I said a private prayer of thanksgiving to Bacchus. We danced closely and I had a powerful horn: it was almost a musical copulation. It went down after a time, and she asked me mockingly, "Have I offended you?"
When we went home, her mother had left
