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to give her a focus on the structure of society as a struggle for supremacy.
    'Are you nervous?' he said.
    'Yes,' she told him, and relaxed at the saying of it. 'I suppose I am.'
    'That's all right,' he continued. 'A lot of women are. They get tight inside when it comes time to come out and ask for it.'
    'Ask for what?' she replied, immediately regretting her reflexive feigned obtuseness.
    'You want to get fucked, don't you?' he said. There was no leer in his question; it was purely informational. She became aware that she was sitting on her bed, wearing only her panties. The man's presence appeared in the room and he ceased to be a disembodied voice only; she saw him sitting across from her as they talked, and imagined his eyes on her, imagined that he was actually going to reach over and pull her into him. With her free hand she absentmindedly reached up and brushed the nipple of one breast.
    'Maybe I do,' she said. 'Do you want to fuck me?' she went on, getting into the swing of the dialogue.
    'Are you married?' he said.
    'Why do you want to know that?'
    'I'd like to know something about you before I answer your question,' he said. 'You know, I get a lot of kook calls.'
    'Kook calls!' she exploded, 'I like that!'
    'I don't,' he responded gently. It's a waste of time, don't you know?' She felt as though she had been walking along the shallow bottom of a swimming pool and suddenly stepped into a deep hole. She could find nothing to say. 'A lot of women are afraid,' he continued. They think up all kinds of things. Wonder if I'm a maniac waiting to carve them to pieces, or a fiend who's going to tie them up and beat them. But, really, I don't ever do anything that the woman doesn't want me to do. And that gets far out enough for me most of the time.' He paused. 'Like I said, are you married?'
    'No,' she said. 'But I'm living with someone.'
    'And he doesn't do it for you any more?'
    She bit off an impulse to tell him that she had only called out of curiosity and had no intention of seeing him. And then he cut in, 'Well, but that's none of my business.' He made a sucking sound which could have been a drag on a cigarette. 'So, would you rather come to my place?' he asked.
    'No,' she said, 'I mean, I don't know.'
    'Listen,' he said, 'I'm six-three, I weigh two hundred and twenty pounds, I have the biggest cock you ever saw, and I can fuck four or five hours without stopping. I like cunt, especially when it's juicy and fresh. I like chicks who aren't afraid to yell and kick their legs. I'll eat your pussy for hours, just chew on it, and lick it, and you don't have to do a thing, just lie back and spread your legs and let it drip.'
    His words pressed heavily on her chest and she sank more deeply into the pillows. Her knees began trembling and she let her thighs fall open. She could see the great brute body on top of her, the immense cock jamming her mouth. She had an uncanny sense of its texture and the taste of the first drop of pre-seminal fluid that would form at the very tip. She rubbed her hand down back over her breast and down her stomach to her crotch, letting it lie lightly over her cunt. She was excited by the excitement.
    'Of course you like it,' he said, his voice intimate in her ear. 'I can tell by how you're breathing. What woman doesn't want to be fucked?' Her thoughts sped to the two women's meetings she had attended, and remembered the venom in the voice of one of them who had remarked, 'They think we just go around panting all the time, just waiting for them to grace us with their stupid cocks.' She felt that the truth of the matter lay between the stud she was talking to and the lesbian who had flashed such bitter hatred. For her, fucking was the supreme experience, and as far as she knew, dildos included, it was impossible to fuck without a cock. All the sensuality that two women could give one another might surpass in breadth what usually went on between a man and a woman, but there came a point when the vessel