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Chapter 5
ItmayseemtoyouClifforddoesn’tcount,buthedoes.Whenyouthinkhowdisabledheis...’
’Ohdamnitall!Ifafellow’sgoingtotradeonhisdisabilities,ImightbegintosayhowlonelyIam,andalwayshavebeen,andalltherestofthemy-eye-Betty-Martinsob-stuff!Damnitall,ifafellow’sgotnothingbutdisabilitiestorecommendhim...’
Heturnedaside,workinghishandsfuriouslyinhistrouserspockets.Thateveninghesaidtoher:
’You’recomingroundtomyroomtonight,aren’tyou?Idon’tdarnknowwhereyourroomis.’
’Allright!’shesaid.
Hewasamoreexcitedloverthatnight,withhisstrange,smallboy’sfrailnakedness.Conniefounditimpossibletocometohercrisisbeforehehadreallyfinishedhis.Andherousedacertaincravingpassioninher,withhislittleboy’snakednessandsoftness;shehadtogoonafterhehadfinished,inthewildtumultandheavingofherloins,whileheheroicallykepthimselfup,andpresentinher,withallhiswillandself-offering,tillshebroughtaboutherowncrisis,withweirdlittlecries.
Whenatlasthedrewawayfromher,hesaid,inabitter,almostsneeringlittlevoice:
’Youcouldn’tgooffatthesametimeasaman,couldyou?You’dhavetobringyourselfoff!You’dhavetoruntheshow!’
Thislittlespeech,atthemoment,wasoneoftheshocksofherlife.Becausethatpassivesortofgivinghimselfwassoobviouslyhisonlyrealmodeofintercourse.
’Whatdoyoumean?’shesaid.
’YouknowwhatImean.YoukeeponforhoursafterI’vegoneoff...
