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Or if you're in the back seat of somebody's car,\nthere's always somebody's date in the front seat--some girl, I mean--that always wants to\nknow what's going on all over the whole goddam car. I mean some girl in front keeps\nturning around to see what the hell's going on. Anyway, something always happens. I\ncame quite close to doing it a couple of times, though. One time in particular, I\nremember. Something went wrong, though --I don't even remember what any more. The\nthing is, most of the time when you're coming pretty close to doing it with a girl--a girl\nthat isn't a prostitute or anything, I mean--she keeps telling you to stop. The trouble with\nme is, I stop. Most guys don't. I can't help it. You never know whether they really want\nyou to stop, or whether they're just scared as hell, or whether they're just telling you to\nstop so that if you do go through with it, the blame'll be on you, not them. Anyway, I\nkeep stopping. The trouble is, I get to feeling sorry for them. I mean most girls are so\ndumb and all. After you neck them for a while, you can really watch them losing their\nbrains. You take a girl when she really gets passionate, she just hasn't any brains. I don't\nknow. They tell me to stop, so I stop. I always wish I hadn't, after I take them home, but I\nkeep doing it anyway.\nAnyway, while I was putting on another clean shirt, I sort of figured this was my\nbig chance, in a way. I figured if she was a prostitute and all, I could get in some practice\non her, in case I ever get married or anything. I worry about that stuff sometimes. I read\nthis book once, at the Whooton School, that had this very sophisticated, suave, sexy guy\nin it. Monsieur Blanchard was his name, I can still remember. It was a lousy book, but\nthis Blanchard guy was pretty good. He had this big château and all on the Riviera, in\nEurope, and all he did in his spare time was beat women off with a club. He was a real\nrake and all, but he knocked women out. He said, in this one part, that a woman's body is\nlike a violin and all, and that it takes a terrific musician to play it right. It was a very\ncorny book--I realize that--but I couldn't get that violin stuff out of my mind anyway. In a\nway, that's why I sort of wanted to get some practice in, in case I ever get married.\nCaulfield and his Magic Violin, boy. It's corny, I realize, but it isn't too corny. I wouldn't\nmind being pretty good at that stuff. Half the time, if you really want to know the truth,\nwhen I'm horsing around with a girl, I have a helluva lot of trouble just finding what I'm\nlooking for, for God's sake, if you know what I mean. Take this girl that I just missed\nhaving sexual intercourse with, that I told you about. It took me about an hour to just get\nher goddam brassiere off. By the time I did get it off, she was about ready to spit in my\neye.\nAnyway, I kept walking around the room, waiting for this prostitute to show up. I\nkept hoping she'd be good-looking. I didn't care too much, though. I sort of just wanted to\nget it over with. Finally, somebody knocked on the door, and when I went to open it, I\nhad my suitcase right in the way and I fell over it and damn near broke my knee. 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