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When I pointed to my girlfriends, that’s when he asked me if he could buy all three of us a drink, and Violet said, “Hell yeah,” and I kicked her under the table, which meant to pretend like she had some class, and then he and I danced all night and drank all night, and I was so toasted that when he took me by the hand, I followed him into the men’s room and inside a stall and fucked him.
    Wanda and Violet dragged me out to the parking lot right before the club closed, and he followed, asking for my number, and I remember thinking his name sure was appropriate, because he looked like he had just stepped right out the Bible. I wrote my phone number on his long arm, but he was so dark and hairy he couldn’t read it, so I wrote it on both palms.
    He called the very next day and asked if he could come over. Back then we didn’t really “date,” because no one had any “date” money, and dinner was usually a hot dog and a drink at the movies, so the fact that Abraham actually called made me feel special. Of course Wanda and Violet reminded me the following morning what I had done off the dance floor with a guy whose last name I still didn’t know. But like a fool I gave him my address and then made something perfectly clear. “I am not an alcoholic, and I’m also no slut. I’m a college student.” He said he didn’t understand what would make me think he would think that about me. Please. Playing hard to get was a complete waste of time, and at nineteen I really just wanted to get laid in a horizontal position. This time not only did I want to remember it, but my fingers were crossed that Abraham would be able to make me feel and act like those women in the movies who’re drowning in ecstasy. I was hoping he had the skills to make me slither, grit my teeth, dig my fingernails into his back, cause me to look like I was in agonizing pain when in fact it was just the opposite, and pretty much lose my mind. It would also be great if he told me he loved me, since no one ever had, and I wouldn’t even care if he meant it.
    When I opened the door, I almost couldn’t breathe. All I remember thinking was,
Thank you, Jesus,
because my blackout was gone and I instantly remembered how unbelievably beautiful his lips were and how white and straight his teeth were and how long and hairy his arms were and how shiny and black his Afro and mustache and goatee were, and he even smelled heavenly. He handed me a purple hydrangea he’d stolen from someone’s yard. We sat on my cheap tweed sofa, which was really a love seat. My studio was small. My bed folded up into the wall. I remember being nervous, and I figured we should talk about something light, something that would put us in the mood, which turned out to be the fog in San Francisco. He pretended to be interested in what I was majoring in, and I lied and told him architecture, because it wouldn’t make him think I was too smart to handle, even though I knew it was going to be biology or physics or something in the physical sciences. I remember not caring what
his
major was, because tonight it was going to be me, Georgia Louise Young. We both knew why I let him come over, and I figured I’d find out his last name when I needed to know it.
    I remembered you were always supposed to have a bottle of wine in the fridge in case you had unexpected guests, so with my fake ID I dashed to the corner and bought a bottle of cheap white wine that claimed to have real grapes in it.
    This night would be a turning point in my life. After that first time with Darnell and then with Patrick and Jimmy, I just liked the fact that we were naked and trying to move in sync until we, or I should say “they”—in a matter of minutes—acted like they were being electrocuted and then suddenly collapsed on me. I never even broke a sweat and wondered when and if I was ever going to tremble like that.
    After the wine Abraham took me straight to heaven. He seduced me just like in the movies. I