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giggling.   Still much too horny to think about food or correcting papers, or anything else—even Smithereens—I pull off my nylons and panties, catching the scent of the stranger as I open my legs.   With my hand at my crotch I bring myself off for the second time in an hour, sure that before the night’s over I’ll be masturbating again.

Chapter Four
     
           Days after the sex in the alley I’m dozing in Isaac’s overstuffed chair with a mountain of half-graded test papers on my lap, I hear the phone ring.   I’m glad it wakes me even if my dream was about sex.   I have to get my work done.   When the phone keeps ringing, I finally think to answer it, it’s not just an alarm.
           “Lynnie, you there?” Isaac was the first to call me “Lynnie” and it stuck.   And from his lips, it always sounds the sweetest.
           “Of course I’m here,” I tell this author of my pet name.
           “You sound so … so …”
           “I was sleeping.”
           “Aw, I’m sorry.   I thought you might be having sex in my bed, and I’d be terribly jealous of whoever’s with you.   How’s it going anyway?”
           “Great, it’s great.   I’m great, Smithereens is great … healthy as a horse, full of spit right now.”   I just saw the black tail end of the feline darting around the corner of the room into the kitchen.
           “What else?   Tell me about Robby, you guys going to be okay?”
           I think a moment.   “I’m not sure.”
           “Oh?” He sounds disappointed.
           “I’ve met someone.”
           “Ooo, who?”
           “Um ….” I should never have said a word.   But I’m only half awake and not thinking clearly.   “Just a guy.”
           “Who?”
           “You don’t know him.”
           “But he has a name.”
           “Yeah, but I don’t know it.”
           “What’s that?”
           “I said I don’t know his name.”   All of a sudden this need to confess my passions to someone takes over.   Isaac’s in Greece, too far away to make trouble.
           “But you’re in love,” he says.
           “Not exactly.”
           “You’ve had sex?”
           I hedge a moment.   “Yes.”
           “And you really don’t know his name?” He’s aghast.
           “I really don’t know his name.   And the first time we fucked it was in the back of Morey’s Tavern and the second time I was naked in an alley.”
           “Good god!   Have you gone mad?”
           “I don’t know, maybe.”   I’m sounding listless because I’m tired.
           “Lynnie, does Robby know?”
           “Of course, he doesn’t, and I’m certainly not going to tell him.   And right now, I haven’t a clue why I just told you.”
           “You’re feeling guilty,” he says, making up my mind for me.   
           “No, not at all.   I guess I just needed to say it, so it feels real.   I don’t know what’s happening, but I feel perfectly safe with him.”   I say that first just because I’m trying to allay Isaac’s fears, but somewhere within me, as scared as I am of the stranger, I do feel safe.   “He’s not a wacko, trust me.”
           “You’re sure?”
           “Yes.”
           “Positive?”
           “Yes, yes, I’m positive.”   Isaac could always be annoying.          
           “But why?   Why are you doing this, I mean there could be other dangers … more than getting killed?”
           “Because he does things …” my voice drifts.
           “What things?”
           “He knows me, knows that I need what other men have never given me.”
           “Like alleys and stairwell’s?”
           “I guess.   It’s not easy to explain, but don’t judge