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             been at all loathe to tell Blair all about his half-dozen gay
             conquests and to laugh about them. He’d let Gary have
             it because Gary was damned sweet. Phil, Si said, would
             never get it because Phil was a predatory grabber. Si was
             perfectly aware there might be bigger dicks elsewhere in
             the world, but he swung the biggest one on this campus
             and it was his gift to bestow or deny. Let Phil and all
             such cold-blooded nuts eat their hearts out. Si liked to
             be asked nicely, to be wooed as he wooed an exceptional
             woman, and he had to be damned choosy, because even he
             didn’t have all that much time even if he had the energy.
             “You’re the only man who’s ever had me more than once,
             you blond ape, and damned if I really know why, except
             you’re so fucking sweet and undemanding and such a
             fabulous lay and love me so much and none of my women
             have that funny furry hair all over them which I seem to
             be somewhat queer for.”
                So who could ask for anything more in addition to
             Sileno Ferrante? Except that Blair did also harbor a per-
             sistent yen for another rangy young Gary-Cooper-type
             also down there playing his fast hard game of tennis. For
             more than two months Blair had wasted time, checking
             to see if that particular young man was there and, when
             he did turn up, watching him play. Roger Allen, who was
             another of the fasci nated, passed along the information
             that their new target’s name was For rest Lawton and that
             he shared a double on the first floor with a Chem major
             who was a troll, but made out amazingly often with the
             town chicks. No one had reported yet even a glimpse of
             Forrest Lawton’s private fixins.
                Several times Blair had caught Sileno Ferrante on an
             adjacent court glancing speculatively, he thought, at the
             tall Forrest Lawton, as if he had seen him before some-
             where or maybe it was his brother. Forrest Lawton had
             never appeared to be aware at all of flashy Si Ferrante’s

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