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JD was another old friend from the summer camp who lived in Y. He was a stoop shouldered, homely guy with a large, misshapen nose and thick glasses who had good taste in music, pot and women, although unshockingly, he was never able to attract the latter. Once I visited his home across the state. His father was just as ugly as he was but his mother and sister were almost identical, blond visions of loveliness. The old man had plenty of money though, and, like JD, was a kind, sensitive, intelligent person with a good sense of humor, all of which seemed to explain the anomaly of the beautiful women in the household.

Appropriately enough JD resided in an ugly old brown boarding house in the student ghetto. There were six or eight bedrooms in the house and a motley collection of students and non-students had parked themselves there for indeterminate stays. I'd hang out there a lot while everyone smoked pot and watched Kung Fu on TV. There was a girl on the second floor who was crazy about me but she was just a goofy freshman kid and JD couldn't stand her, although I chanced to notice she had a pretty nice pair of breasts. Once she tried to entice me into her room as she stood in her doorway wearing sultry eyes and soft, fuzzy, teddy bear pajamas with feet in them. I was inclined to linger but JD hurried me past her and we went down to his room to get high and listen to some forgotten tunes.

There was a really gorgeous, older girl who lived in the house. Her name was Donna. She was more like what I and all the other guys there had in mind. She was a little strange but gorgeous trumped strange any day. On Halloween there was a party at the house. I went to K-mart, the biggest mega franchise at the time, and asked for a shopping bag. They suspected deep dark ulterior motives and wouldn't give me one so I had to get one at Zayres. Then I got hold of a dress and an old lady mask and went to the party as a bag lady. Donna thought I was hilarious as a bunch of us sat around the living room getting stoned and goofing on each other. After a while she invited me into her bedroom. I felt stupid putting the moves on her wearing a dress so I went and borrowed a pair of jeans from JD. They were too small and I could barely get into them even without zipping up. I kissed her a little but she started acting weird and shy. Later we ended up in somebody else's room listening to music and she wouldn't give me the time of day or night as it were.

One evening JD's car broke down at the mall and he called me to pick him up. When I showed up at the big front doors I saw that he had a girl with him. She was cute, trim and young, with long red hair and a reprobate look in her eye. Her name was Jill and on the way back to JD's she joked about her last name which was the same as a famous writer's. I liked her and the feeling seemed to be mutual.

A week or so later JD and Jill and I and a couple other folks hooked it down to a folk music fest in a little country town about thirty miles south of Y. The old timey slash bluegrass music was quite decent and Jill and I got to know each other. In between band sets she went with me to an art gallery where I bought a print of Chagall's The Concert, an exquisite montage in deep blue with musicians and fairies and naked lovers and the Eiffel Tower all dominated by a big full moon. We were a little stoned and the buzz amplified the sexual tension and nervousness between us.

On the trip home JD passed another joint around and things got confusing. We stopped in a parking lot at the university to get our bearings and when I saw a police car pull in, I decided it was time to split. Unfortunately I'd forgotten how I'd gotten into the parking space and didn't realize there was a concrete barrier in front of us. I revved the engine to get over it instead of backing out the way I'd come and the car bashed down loudly on it.

As the cop approached I opened my window and manifested sobriety and coherence and somehow magically talked our way out of peril. Maybe the cop was just a nice guy. I think I must have impressed Jill because after we went back to JD's for more music and smoke at the end of the evening I got her phone number although JD was obviously pretty disappointed about that.

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JD was another old friend from the summer camp who lived in Y. He was a stoop shouldered, homely guy with a large, misshapen nose and thick glasses who had good taste in music, pot and women, although unshockingly, he was never able to attract the latter. Once I visited his home across the state. His father was just as ugly as he was but his mother and sister were almost identical, blond visions of loveliness. The old man had plenty of money though, and, like JD, was a kind, sensitive, intelligent person with a good sense of humor, all of which seemed to explain the anomaly of the beautiful women in the household.

Appropriately enough JD resided in an ugly old brown boarding house in the student ghetto. There were six or eight bedrooms in the house and a motley collection of students and non-students had parked themselves there for indeterminate stays. I'd hang out there a lot while everyone smoked pot and watched Kung Fu on TV. There was a girl on the second floor who was crazy about me but she was just a goofy freshman kid and JD couldn't stand her, although I chanced to notice she had a pretty nice pair of breasts. Once she tried to entice me into her room as she stood in her doorway wearing sultry eyes and soft, fuzzy, teddy bear pajamas with feet in them. I was inclined to linger but JD hurried me past her and we went down to his room to get high and listen to some forgotten tunes.

There was a really gorgeous, older girl who lived in the house. Her name was Donna. She was more like what I and all the other guys there had in mind. She was a little strange but gorgeous trumped strange any day. On Halloween there was a party at the house. I went to K-mart, the biggest mega franchise at the time, and asked for a shopping bag. They suspected deep dark ulterior motives and wouldn't give me one so I had to get one at Zayres. Then I got hold of a dress and an old lady mask and went to the party as a bag lady. Donna thought I was hilarious as a bunch of us sat around the living room getting stoned and goofing on each other. After a while she invited me into her bedroom. I felt stupid putting the moves on her wearing a dress so I went and borrowed a pair of jeans from JD. They were too small and I could barely get into them even without zipping up. I kissed her a little but she started acting weird and shy. Later we ended up in somebody else's room listening to music and she wouldn't give me the time of day or night as it were.

One evening JD's car broke down at the mall and he called me to pick him up. When I showed up at the big front doors I saw that he had a girl with him. She was cute, trim and young, with long red hair and a reprobate look in her eye. Her name was Jill and on the way back to JD's she joked about her last name which was the same as a famous writer's. I liked her and the feeling seemed to be mutual.

A week or so later JD and Jill and I and a couple other folks hooked it down to a folk music fest in a little country town about thirty miles south of Y. The old timey slash bluegrass music was quite decent and Jill and I got to know each other. In between band sets she went with me to an art gallery where I bought a print of Chagall's The Concert, an exquisite montage in deep blue with musicians and fairies and naked lovers and the Eiffel Tower all dominated by a big full moon. We were a little stoned and the buzz amplified the sexual tension and nervousness between us.

On the trip home JD passed another joint around and things got confusing. We stopped in a parking lot at the university to get our bearings and when I saw a police car pull in, I decided it was time to split. Unfortunately I'd forgotten how I'd gotten into the parking space and didn't realize there was a concrete barrier in front of us. I revved the engine to get over it instead of backing out the way I'd come and the car bashed down loudly on it.

As the cop approached I opened my window and manifested sobriety and coherence and somehow magically talked our way out of peril. Maybe the cop was just a nice guy. I think I must have impressed Jill because after we went back to JD's for more music and smoke at the end of the evening I got her phone number although JD was obviously pretty disappointed about that.