it would be empty; there'd been nothing in it except the magazines and he'd taken th e whole stack of them out.
The first cabinet he tried wasn't the right one. It had clothes and linens in it. The second he tried was a smaller one; he should have realized it was too small and the wrong shape to hold the stack of magazines lying flat but he'd opened it before that occurred to him. And he saw that there were books in it, about a dozen books of different shapes and sizes, some of them looking expensive and fancy, others paper bound and dog-eared. Sammy wondered if there were pictures in the books. He couldn't remember ever having happened to look for pictures in a book and there might be. He pulled out the biggest and most expensive looking of the books.
The pictures in the book were different from pictures in magazines. The first one he turned to was a picture of a man and a woman both naked and in a strange position. Strange, anyway, to Sammy. And he turned pages and saw more pictures, lots of pictures, and they were all different and some of them pretty complicated but most of them were pictures of a man and woman naked together. Sammy took the book over to the table and began to study the pictures carefully, because he knew that this was the answer to what he'd been wondering about.
He studied the pictures and found within himself a growing excitement, a kind of excitement he hadn't known existed. It made him feel funny, looking at those pictures. Some of the pictures were puzzling because it seemed there was more than one thing a man and a woman could do together but in most of the pictures they were doing the same thing in slightly different ways and that one thing at least was cl ear to him.
This was it, this was the show he'd come to see, here's where he saw it, male and female naked and unadorned, the mystery of sex, right before his eyes, the naked truth, and not even for one thin dime but for free, doctors and nurses and Sammy admitted free, continuous performance and stay as long as you like, educational, plain down to earth unadorned, what papa did to mama, educational, now going on, here's where you see it all.
Sammy stayed long enough to look at all the pictures in all the books - although some of the books didn't have any pictures, just printing, so he didn't waste time on them, and pictures in some of the books that did have pictures were just pictures of naked women instead of men and women both in the same picture, and those weren't as interesting.
But there was one picture of a naked woman that he looked at for quite a while because she looked a lot like Miss Trixie. She had the same kind of real black hair and the same shaped face and her breasts were shaped almost exactly the way he remembered Miss Trixie's were. He thought that was the prettiest picture in the book and he looked at it for a long time pretending it really was Miss Trixie and he thought that maybe if he ever got any money, any folding money, she wouldn't charge him so much to try some of those things because now he already knew what to do, she wouldn't have to show him.
When he left he put the books back very carefully in the compartment where he'd found them. He knew that he'd like to look at those books again sometime, the ones that had pictures in them, and if Mr. Evans found out Sammy had looked at them he might tell Sammy not to look at them again, but if Mr. Evans didn't know he couldn't tell Sammy not to.
Sammy was glad, when he finally went to the sleeping top, to find that Jesse was sound asleep and snoring. He got under the covers very quietly and carefully so Jesse wouldn't wake up, and Jesse didn't.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DR. MAGUS AWOKE TO MISERY and the sound of rain on canvas. His first coherent thought was of wind and of whether he'd better get out and double-stake or grapevine, but the canvas sidewalls of the mitt camp hung limp and lifeless and there was no sound of stakes being driven elsewhere on the
The first cabinet he tried wasn't the right one. It had clothes and linens in it. The second he tried was a smaller one; he should have realized it was too small and the wrong shape to hold the stack of magazines lying flat but he'd opened it before that occurred to him. And he saw that there were books in it, about a dozen books of different shapes and sizes, some of them looking expensive and fancy, others paper bound and dog-eared. Sammy wondered if there were pictures in the books. He couldn't remember ever having happened to look for pictures in a book and there might be. He pulled out the biggest and most expensive looking of the books.
The pictures in the book were different from pictures in magazines. The first one he turned to was a picture of a man and a woman both naked and in a strange position. Strange, anyway, to Sammy. And he turned pages and saw more pictures, lots of pictures, and they were all different and some of them pretty complicated but most of them were pictures of a man and woman naked together. Sammy took the book over to the table and began to study the pictures carefully, because he knew that this was the answer to what he'd been wondering about.
He studied the pictures and found within himself a growing excitement, a kind of excitement he hadn't known existed. It made him feel funny, looking at those pictures. Some of the pictures were puzzling because it seemed there was more than one thing a man and a woman could do together but in most of the pictures they were doing the same thing in slightly different ways and that one thing at least was cl ear to him.
This was it, this was the show he'd come to see, here's where he saw it, male and female naked and unadorned, the mystery of sex, right before his eyes, the naked truth, and not even for one thin dime but for free, doctors and nurses and Sammy admitted free, continuous performance and stay as long as you like, educational, plain down to earth unadorned, what papa did to mama, educational, now going on, here's where you see it all.
Sammy stayed long enough to look at all the pictures in all the books - although some of the books didn't have any pictures, just printing, so he didn't waste time on them, and pictures in some of the books that did have pictures were just pictures of naked women instead of men and women both in the same picture, and those weren't as interesting.
But there was one picture of a naked woman that he looked at for quite a while because she looked a lot like Miss Trixie. She had the same kind of real black hair and the same shaped face and her breasts were shaped almost exactly the way he remembered Miss Trixie's were. He thought that was the prettiest picture in the book and he looked at it for a long time pretending it really was Miss Trixie and he thought that maybe if he ever got any money, any folding money, she wouldn't charge him so much to try some of those things because now he already knew what to do, she wouldn't have to show him.
When he left he put the books back very carefully in the compartment where he'd found them. He knew that he'd like to look at those books again sometime, the ones that had pictures in them, and if Mr. Evans found out Sammy had looked at them he might tell Sammy not to look at them again, but if Mr. Evans didn't know he couldn't tell Sammy not to.
Sammy was glad, when he finally went to the sleeping top, to find that Jesse was sound asleep and snoring. He got under the covers very quietly and carefully so Jesse wouldn't wake up, and Jesse didn't.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DR. MAGUS AWOKE TO MISERY and the sound of rain on canvas. His first coherent thought was of wind and of whether he'd better get out and double-stake or grapevine, but the canvas sidewalls of the mitt camp hung limp and lifeless and there was no sound of stakes being driven elsewhere on the
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