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Notes: e e cummings, poet famous for, among other things, his disdain of the traditional use of capitalization and punctuation. Man O’ War was a world famous rece horse who broke many records, and lived over 30 yrs. To 'pass on the right' means you really, reallywant to get passed something, since it generally isn’t legal to pass except on the left. Gaston is 'The Phantom of the Opera', and Lon Chaney's unmasking in that film was considered one of the most horrific sights ever. During the silent era, most theaters had an organist or piano player to provide synchronized music for the features. Billy Sunday and Aimee Semple McPherson were famous evangelists in the twenties, well known for massive hell fire and brimstone revivals.

The Sweet End of the Lollipop

Part 3

We snuck down the fire escape as quietly as was possible, dragging large instrument cases. It might have been easier if I hadn't kept constantly shifting the bull fiddle case in an effort to keep Joe's ass in view.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I'd already had a demonstration of just how reliable and sincere he could be. I knew that, logically. My dick, however is a creative, rather than logical, thinker, and that ass has always been enough to inspire sonnets. Hell, epic poems. That ass was enough to make e e cummings use capital letters.

Any way, once we got down to street level, we eased down the street. Joe blew out a breath of relief after we got a few blocks away. "Man, am I glad to get away from there. Those two were seriously cutting into my social life. C'mon, let's drop off Sig's blood money and get it over with."

As we trotted along, I wondered how to broach the subject of Joe's, erm, social life. "Boy, Irma sure was acting... uh... possessive."

"Yeah, well, Max ain't been exactly active on the home front, if ya know what I mean."

"Oh. He's been out in, uh, bars, huh?"

"Bars, parks, movie theaters, alleys. Max isn't too picky about location. Don't even need a horizontal surface. But I don't cotton to that too much. He's so damn tall that one of us always ends up with leg cramps."

"Oh. So you... Uh. I mean, Max is... a guy. And Irma..." Have I mentioned that sexual arousal sometimes shuts off the coherent speech switch in my brain?

Joe stopped so abruptly that I almost ran into him. With a sigh, he put down his saxophone case, and turned to me. His blue eyes were twinkling, despite his serious expression. "Jerry, are you asking me if I like guys as well as girls?"

"Oh, that's none of my business! I would never dream of..."

Joe grabbed either side of my face and, right out on the street, kissed me. Hard. With tongue. I hung on to the fiddle case for support as my knees went weak. When he let me come up for air, he said, amused, "Does that answer your question, quiz master?"

I licked my lips. "I think that may very well be the answer to the question of the meaning of life." I tried to discreetly move my case in front of my crotch. Jerry Junior had woken up from his nap, and wanted to come out and play.

"Okay, we've got that out of the way." He picked up his case and we continued on our way.

We dropped off the two buck we owed Solly, then Joe borrowed two bucks from Nellie, with some mention made about that evening, and a casserole supper at Nellie's.

Once out of the music building, Joe said, "Okay, it's early yet. Whaddaya wanta do?"

Aren't you going to have a casserole supper with Nellie?"

"Nah. Domesticity makes me break out in hives. I didn't actually say I'd come, I just said it sounds wonderful."

I began to wonder why Joe hadn't chosen a career in politics. "Well we could go see a movie. There are a lot I haven't seen." I didn't feel like goint to the show alone.

"Sounds good. First we'll stop by my bookie's and pool our dough on Phosphorus Dreams, then..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa,Man 'o War."

Joe stopped, again with that innocent look. "What's wrong, Jer?"

I wiggled a finger in my ear. "I'm sorry, my wax must be building up again. It almost sounded like you said 'our' dough."

"Well, yeah. You don't think I'd let a pal pass up such a golden opportunity?"

"This is one opportunity I will pass on the right."

"But Jer..."

"No."

He frowned. Oh, bruuuuuuh-ther! That mouth pouting! But I held strong. If we were going to have a friendship, or anything else, I had to set the tone right now.

He said mildly. "Okay, Jerry. What would you like to see?"

I was a little surprised that he was giving up so easily, but decided to just be grateful. I hadn't let him bamboozle me, like those two schlubs at the apartment. "Oh, I don't know. Nothing too rough. Maybe a comedy."

"Nothing scary, huh?"

"No." I shivered. "I can't handle the scary ones."

"Okay." His eyes were glinting. I should have known. "How about that one?" He pointed at a nearby theater, with only one or two people straggling through the doors. "It was released last year, so they cut the admission price way down."

"Sounds good. Is it a comedy?"

"Nah. It's a theater story, a romance. 'The Phantom of the Opera'."

I should have known, I should have known! 'Theater', he said. 'Opera', he said. 'A romance', he said. His lips were moving, I should have known he was lying.

It wasn't too bad to start out with. A little spooky, with the old opera house, and the g uy in the cape and mask, but I could handle it. And the romance was kinda nice. The guy who was in love with the girl opera singer was... rrrrrrruff. If you know what I mean.

Then she gets kidnaped! Eek! He drags her down into these creepy sewers. Double eek! The he's at the organ, and the theater organist is playing the creepiestmusic I've ever heard in my life, and the opera bimbette is sneaking up on ol' Gaston, and I'm getting tenser, and tenser, and tenser, and I realize that I've got hold of Joe's arm like I'm on the Titanic, and he's a life preserver, and then she...

Rips the mask off his face!

"Aaaaaaaiiieeee!"

Yep, that was me. I screamed like a girl. And climbed into Joe's lap. Boy, we got some funny looks.

I had my arms around his neck, my face buried against his shoulder. I could smell the pomade he used on his hair. Violets. I was shaking like a Chihuahua in an icebox. And I was waiting for him to shove me off onto the floor.

But he didn't. He put his arms around me and started patting me on the back. "Aw, Jerry! I'm sorry. I wasn't expectin' that, I swear, or I woulda warned ya. Geez, these people got some nerve, showin' stuff like that right out in public where it can scare kids."

"I'm sorry. Is... is it over yet?" "Noo, he's still runnin' around up there, bigger'n life and twice as ugly." I'd started to lift up, and he put his hand on the back of my head, pushing it back down to his shoulder. "Better stay there till the end, just to be on the safe side."

"Um... okay."

So, there I was, sitting across a pair of firm male thighs, my torso pressed against his. Nature came a'calling. I started to get hard.

Geez, was I ever grateful that it was dark in that theater. My face was turning deep red, and I had a tent in my trousers big enough to host a revival by Billy Sunday and Aimee Semple McPherson combined, but heaven only knows what the sermon would have been.

I shifted a little, hoping that the cloth over my crotch wouldn’t bind so noticeably. It didn't work, so I shifted again.

All of a sudden, Joe's lips were right up against my ear. The touch was silky smooth, and his breath was hot, "Doll, you gotta stop that. I can't do anything here in public. Save it for when we get home, okay?"

I froze. "Whattaya mean, Joe?"

He snorted softly. "What do I mean." I yipped softly as his tongue suddenly curled around my ear, at the same time as my hand was drawn down and pressed against a very large, very firm, very warm erection that did not belong to me. "Does that explain things?"

Oh, yes.

I used to get teased by some of the guys because, when I got hold of a newspaper, I didn't turn first to the sports, or the entertainment section, or event the advice column, crosswords, or comics. I went straight to the daily vocabulary builder. I like to express myself. Some will tell you that they would have done the world a service if they'd shot the guy who thought up that newspaper feature before I discovered it. Anyway, it came in handy.

Epiphany. Noun. A comprehension or perception of reality by means of a sudden intuitive realization.

In that moment, I saw reality clearly. Heck, I even saw the future, up to a point. We were going to a bookie joint. I was going to give most of my paycheck to Joe. He was going to put it on Phosphorous Dreams. Then we were going to go back to the flop we were going to share, hopefully for a long time, and have sex. And I was probably going to regret it somewhere down the line.

I could live with that.

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