        from FUGUE FOR AN OCTOBER AGE                         THE MIRROR  1  
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             We  had  stopped  at the boutique on our way from Marjorie's so 
        that Kim could change her dress, something about Ruth needing it for
        a window display in the morning, which  was true enough, except that
        we  both  had  something  else in mind and neither of us were at all
        subtle  about it and when the dress came off, so did everything else
        and  in  no  time at all we were doing our thing on the office divan,
        groping, gawking, clutching, squirming, the same pungent scents, the
        same rhythmic moans, the same untidy male eruption.
             She  dabs  at  the leather with a tissue.  "Roll over, will you," 
        she says."There's a big glob of it under your leg." 
             I do as she asks.   We don't exactly keep score, Kim and I, but
        we  do  try to make it nice for one another and because the last few
        times I had not been as attentive as I could have been, this  was to
        be her party all the way, her turn to fly, the moon for her and noth-
        ing for me until, of  course, at the very end, the requisite coup de 
        grace. So I got down between her legs and really poured it on, alter- 
        nately  teasing  and stimulating her, and sure enough, after a while 
        she came, oh wow,did she come, a wild, thumping, moaning, convulsive 
        thing  that  swept  me  right  along with her, but  without any real 
        satisfaction and far from where I was supposed to be. 
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