‘You know?’

She doesn’t quite finish the sentence. In spite of my comment to Levi about her being a whore, this is the first time it occurs to me that she really was one, and I didn’t know for a moment what to say or do.

‘I’ll buy a drink.’

‘Alright.’ She slips her hand into the loop of my right arm and we start walking back to the hotel. She hesitates a bit in front of the revolving door and turns sideway to look at me.

‘Don’t you just want to go home and party instead?’

‘I don’t know. I don’t think I can afford you.’

‘Yes, you can!’

‘Not everyone coming out of Beverly Wilshire is rich. I am just a student.’

‘So am I.’

‘Where do you go to school?’

‘UCLA, and you?’

‘I go to UCSB in Santa Barbara.’ I bluff. And I can tell she did too.

‘How much can you afford?’ She changes the subject abruptly.

‘Not much.’

‘Do you have a girlfriend?’

‘No, I don’t.’ I would have liked to say ‘yes,’ but lies don’t come easy to me.

After a stretch of beautiful relationships, I am going through a very dry period in my life. It’s almost been a year since Debbie broke up with me, and since then I haven’t had a woman in my life I could hold close to. I am deep in my novel and it doesn’t bother me quite as much. Writing a chapter a day usually exhausts me by the time the sun goes down beyond the Devreaux Point in the western horizon. And the few good friends that I have, keep me afloat during this period of me having been de-womanized.

But standing in front of Sharon has thrown off my inner chemical balance. I have never in my life been with a whore, and neither do I aspire to be with one now. I am basically a romantic type, needing gentle intimacy and closeness. Time to look into each other’s eyes, lean over her face and experience tender touching and caressing, create that mellow span – and above all have a feeling of the two people’s mutual need to be together – even if it’s for one single night.

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