your body I wouldn’t be giving it away and I wouldn’t be any damn lawyer either.” Gently, Liz took a butt which had burned down to Chris’s fingers, and crushed it in the ashtray. “Shit, I’d be in business for myself. A hundred bucks a night comes out to thirty-six thousand five hundred a year. Plus bonuses.”
The women, including Lane, laughed in escalating peals.
“Of course,” Liz said, staring at Lane, “I like fucking a lot, too.”
Lane stared back at her. “Good for you.”
“Cool,” Liz said, smiling at her. “Very, very cool.”
Lane turned to Chris. “Thirty-two isn’t young—but it’s true you and Liz have more life experience than I. You can still make major decisions about your life up to the point of senility. People do that. There are all kinds of examples.”
“All I ever wanted to do was fuck my husband,” Liz said.
“Liz was always so sure of what she wanted,” Chris said, staring off toward the fire. “So blunt, so sure, so earthy about her needs. I was always more romantic. You know, I never even found a man who wanted to kiss me enough without, you know, wanting to do the other immediately. Men just don’t know things. What women want. Like how much we like to kiss.”
“Some women,” Liz said. “Not me. It’s not the pale moon that excites me.”
“A lot of women,” Lane said. “This woman. But not all men are like that, Chris. Some of them can’t be bothered finding out, but not all of them.”
Liz glared, and Diana said hastily, impelled to defend Chris and Lane, “This woman too.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Millie said. “Kissing is lovely. I think you can tell someone everything you think and feel with a kiss.”
Lane quoted softly,
“We talked with each other about each other
Though neither of us spoke.”
“Written by a deaf-mute,” Liz said scornfully.
The women laughed at Liz, except for Millie who lit a fresh joint and said unhappily, “Really, you can never tell what kind of a clod you’re going to find in bed. God, some of them are so crude.”
“True,” Lane said. “Too true.”
Millie continued in an aggrieved tone, “They think we’re nothing but two breasts and a vagina.”
Madge said, “Vaginas are out. Clitorises are in.”
“The hell you say,” Liz said. “My favorite song is ‘Great Balls of Fire.’ Just give me a good hard hot cock.”
“You see what I mean?” Chris said to Diana. “People talk about just incredible things today.”
“Some men don’t even know what a clitoris is,” Millie complained, “let alone where it is.”
“I should hang a sign on mine,” Madge said. “Do not fold, spindle or mutilate. Arthur pushes on mine like he’s ringing a doorbell. Arthur is my husband,” she explained to Diana, who was laughing helplessly.
“Why don’t you tell the dumb son of a bitch?” Liz said indifferently. She sipped her bourbon and took a quick puff from Millie’s joint.
“You know better than that. Tell a man anything about sex and it’s like stepping on a scorpion. And I have told him. Told him and told him. He still does it. I leap in the air with pain and he thinks it’s sexual frenzy.”
Chris said, ignoring the laughter of the women, “I think you live very dangerously, Millie. That singles bar of yours, you just take a terrible chance.”
“That’s silly, Chris. We’re not all looking for Mr. Goodbar.” Millie pushed at the blonde frizz around her face. “I used to think Mom and Daddy were funny because they always went to this beer bar all the time, but now I understand. They had friends there they cared about. Singles bars aren’t the awful places they’re made out to be. They’re like… clubs. You get to know people, you even care about some of them. Where it ends is up to you, just like anywhere else.” Her soft voice trailed off. “You can find sex anywhere…”
Madge said, “It’s in your script. Your parents went to a place like that and you think
The women, including Lane, laughed in escalating peals.
“Of course,” Liz said, staring at Lane, “I like fucking a lot, too.”
Lane stared back at her. “Good for you.”
“Cool,” Liz said, smiling at her. “Very, very cool.”
Lane turned to Chris. “Thirty-two isn’t young—but it’s true you and Liz have more life experience than I. You can still make major decisions about your life up to the point of senility. People do that. There are all kinds of examples.”
“All I ever wanted to do was fuck my husband,” Liz said.
“Liz was always so sure of what she wanted,” Chris said, staring off toward the fire. “So blunt, so sure, so earthy about her needs. I was always more romantic. You know, I never even found a man who wanted to kiss me enough without, you know, wanting to do the other immediately. Men just don’t know things. What women want. Like how much we like to kiss.”
“Some women,” Liz said. “Not me. It’s not the pale moon that excites me.”
“A lot of women,” Lane said. “This woman. But not all men are like that, Chris. Some of them can’t be bothered finding out, but not all of them.”
Liz glared, and Diana said hastily, impelled to defend Chris and Lane, “This woman too.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Millie said. “Kissing is lovely. I think you can tell someone everything you think and feel with a kiss.”
Lane quoted softly,
“We talked with each other about each other
Though neither of us spoke.”
“Written by a deaf-mute,” Liz said scornfully.
The women laughed at Liz, except for Millie who lit a fresh joint and said unhappily, “Really, you can never tell what kind of a clod you’re going to find in bed. God, some of them are so crude.”
“True,” Lane said. “Too true.”
Millie continued in an aggrieved tone, “They think we’re nothing but two breasts and a vagina.”
Madge said, “Vaginas are out. Clitorises are in.”
“The hell you say,” Liz said. “My favorite song is ‘Great Balls of Fire.’ Just give me a good hard hot cock.”
“You see what I mean?” Chris said to Diana. “People talk about just incredible things today.”
“Some men don’t even know what a clitoris is,” Millie complained, “let alone where it is.”
“I should hang a sign on mine,” Madge said. “Do not fold, spindle or mutilate. Arthur pushes on mine like he’s ringing a doorbell. Arthur is my husband,” she explained to Diana, who was laughing helplessly.
“Why don’t you tell the dumb son of a bitch?” Liz said indifferently. She sipped her bourbon and took a quick puff from Millie’s joint.
“You know better than that. Tell a man anything about sex and it’s like stepping on a scorpion. And I have told him. Told him and told him. He still does it. I leap in the air with pain and he thinks it’s sexual frenzy.”
Chris said, ignoring the laughter of the women, “I think you live very dangerously, Millie. That singles bar of yours, you just take a terrible chance.”
“That’s silly, Chris. We’re not all looking for Mr. Goodbar.” Millie pushed at the blonde frizz around her face. “I used to think Mom and Daddy were funny because they always went to this beer bar all the time, but now I understand. They had friends there they cared about. Singles bars aren’t the awful places they’re made out to be. They’re like… clubs. You get to know people, you even care about some of them. Where it ends is up to you, just like anywhere else.” Her soft voice trailed off. “You can find sex anywhere…”
Madge said, “It’s in your script. Your parents went to a place like that and you think
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