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  2. Introduction by Grady Hendrix
  3. Acknowledgments
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My blouse off, he unbuttoned my pants and I stood and slipped them off. He stood up then, next to me, and I tried very hard to divert my eyes—for the time being at least. He rubbed himself against me, then took me in his arms and lay me on the bed, where we completed the act. I was unimpressed, although I’m sure that was no fault of Lewis’s. I believe he did the absolute best he could.

I enjoyed examining his anatomy when he was finished. I asked him many questions, and he lay back with his hands behind his head while I knelt on the bed beside him and he answered me with small smiles and an occasional blush. After a while he took me again, and I tried very hard to find something enjoy­able about it.

I found one thing. It was a moment of realization so intense it almost hurt; it felt like Lewis’s orgasm looked. Though I’ve been celibate for most of my life, I can still call up that morning. I looked up into Lewis’s contorted, enraptured face just at the moment of his orgasm, and I realized that while I thought I was relinquishing control to Lewis, in fact, the reverse was true. His sexual nature rendered him totally power­less. During his orgasm, I was in control. Total control. I could do anything to him in the space of that release. I almost laughed aloud.

So therein lies the pleasure of sex.

LEWIS GREGORY: “I loved her from the first minute I set eyes on her. She was so tiny, and a ball of fire. I think she was a virgin, although she never told me. She had wild eyes. They were always, like . . . scared, or something. They were never like other people’s eyes; they were either, like, scared, or else they seemed to . . . I don’t know. They seemed to understand every­thing about everything. I can’t explain it. She was just the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. I just loved her. I wanted to take her home and put her down in the bedroom and just take care of her for ever and ever.

“I guess I’m always wanting to tame the wild thing. When I was a kid, I always wanted to save the little birds that the cats got. I always wanted to hold them, but they always died. I was never sure if they died from fright—from the cat—or from being held by me. I wanted just one to live long enough to be a pet.

“Anyway, that’s how I felt about Angelina. I was naive, I guess. I wanted to tame her but I didn’t dare.

“Why’d she leave? Secrets. Wild things always have secrets, things they can’t share because they don’t know how. Angelina had lots of secrets, and they drew her on.”

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