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Then, in the window almost right over his,\nI saw a man and a woman squirting water out of their mouths at each other. It probably\nwas highballs, not water, but I couldn't see what they had in their glasses. Anyway, first\nhe'd take a swallow and squirt it all over her, then she did it to him--they took turns, for\nGod's sake. You should've seen them. They were in hysterics the whole time, like it was\nthe funniest thing that ever happened. I'm not kidding, the hotel was lousy with perverts. I\nwas probably the only normal bastard in the whole place--and that isn't saying much. I\ndamn near sent a telegram to old Stradlater telling him to take the first train to New York.\nHe'd have been the king of the hotel.\nThe trouble was, that kind of junk is sort of fascinating to watch, even if you don't\nwant it to be. For instance, that girl that was getting water squirted all over her face, she\nwas pretty good-looking. I mean that's my big trouble. In my mind, I'm probably the\nbiggest sex maniac you ever saw. Sometimes I can think of very crumby stuff I wouldn't\nmind doing if the opportunity came up. I can even see how it might be quite a lot of fun,\nin a crumby way, and if you were both sort of drunk and all, to get a girl and squirt water\nor something all over each other's face. The thing is, though, I don't like the idea. It\nstinks, if you analyze it. I think if you don't really like a girl, you shouldn't horse around\nwith her at all, and if you do like her, then you're supposed to like her face, and if you\nlike her face, you ought to be careful about doing crumby stuff to it, like squirting water\nall over it. It's really too bad that so much crumby stuff is a lot of fun sometimes. Girls\naren't too much help, either, when you start trying not to get too crumby, when you start\ntrying not to spoil anything really good. I knew this one girl, a couple of years ago, that\nwas even crumbier than I was. Boy, was she crumby! We had a lot of fun, though, for a\nwhile, in a crumby way. Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never\nknow where the hell you are. I keep making up these sex rules for myself, and then I\nbreak them right away. Last year I made a rule that I was going to quit horsing around\nwith girls that, deep down, gave me a pain in the ass. I broke it, though, the same week I\nmade it--the same night, as a matter of fact. I spent the whole night necking with a\nterrible phony named Anne Louise Sherman. Sex is something I just don't understand. I\nswear to God I don't.\nI started toying with the idea, while I kept standing there, of giving old Jane a\nbuzz--I mean calling her long distance at B.M., where she went, instead of calling up her\nmother to find out when she was coming home. You weren't supposed to call students up\nlate at night, but I had it all figured out. I was going to tell whoever answered the phone\nthat I was her uncle. I was going to say her aunt had just got killed in a car accident and I\nhad to speak to her immediately. It would've worked, too. The only reason I didn't do it\nwas because I wasn't in the mood. If you're not in the mood, you can't do that stuff right.\nAfter a while I sat down in a chair and smoked a couple of cigarettes. I was\nfeeling pretty horny. I have to admit it. Then, all of a sudden, I got this idea. I took out\nmy wallet and started looking for this address a guy I met at a party last summer, that","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T03:36:03.148Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true,"width":1855},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFHMJM2J9JHQAQM1Q9SKBJWF","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KFF1K6A8V452X8SQKY55DD16","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6FHT8Y83966SRXA3DBKCVN","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6FHT95GBPP83D0YBA65V2S","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KG6FKBQH92ZJ0V0HERHPX1S6","peer_label":"Rye_page_0034_medium.jpg","peer_type":"file","predicate":"has_derivative"},{"peer":"01KG6FKF2N0W8S784TD1MB435E","peer_label":"Rye_page_0034_thumb.jpg","peer_type":"file","predicate":"has_derivative"},{"peer":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","predicate":"has_assembly"}],"ver":6,"created_at":"2026-01-30T03:36:05.138Z","ts":"2026-01-30T03:40:41.726Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFC4A8W8939TXGEXCK439ZK"}}