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They were in Jamie's kitchen, and Jamie was blowing her hair dry. She turned slowly to Simon and asked him if he thought she was pretty. "pretty as the last orange petal to fall in October," he said setting a glass of soda down on the phallic counter top reaching across the room.
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Two minutes later Simon had her clothes off and down on the linoleum, washing with empathy over her pleas about how hard the floor was, and imagining he saw a hatred in the face of every beautiful young woman.
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Eluding classical motions, Simon stood her up and had her that way against the refridgerator, feet not touching the floor, and the fridge began rocking like an old Victrola in a brown living room in a 1972 suburban home.
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Two wine bottles fell over on top of the fridge. The bottles Jamie had dripped wax over because she thought they were pretty. They were pretty, Simon thought. A bottle rolled off and hit Simon on the head and dizzied him for a moment, but he stayed in the ring like a rhino.
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A ssecond fell on his head and broke into biting shards of dancing circus laughter around his feet, and he staggered around by the sink and said "Goddamn it," and carried Jamie across the kitchen leaving two toe prints in red across the floor.
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Simon got her over the penis in a G-spot position he had ssen in Cosmo, on side of her face turned down against the cool counter top, the other under his watchful hand, and he wondered if people outside could see. A car alarm sounded fifteen feet away and the building rocked with the rest of the city.
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Counting heeltoe, heeltoe, heeltoe, Simon watched out the window for creeps and murderers. He couldn't remember where he was.
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He finished on his toes and pulled out and the condom was gone. Jamie grabbed a half full bottle of Pepsi out of the fridge and ran into the bathroom and said, "don't ever ask me about this one." He never did. Simon was now alone. He suddenly felt sily standing in the kitchen naked.
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The condom was later found in the bathtub, lonely but still in one piece, and Simon felt the same way.
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