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           ItjustdrovemestarkstaringmadwhenIthoughtaboutherandStradlaterparkedsomewhereinthatfat-assedEdBanky’scar.EverytimeIthoughtaboutit,Ifeltlikejumpingoutthewindow. Thethingis,youdidn’tknowStradlater.Iknewhim.MostguysatPenceyjusttalkedabouthavingsexualintercoursewithgirlsallthetime—likeAckley,forinstance—butoldStradlaterreallydidit. Iwaspersonallyacquaintedwithatleasttwogirlshegavethetimeto.That’sthetruth. 

           "Tellmethestoryofyourfascinatinglife,Ackleykid,"Isaid. 

           "How‘boutturningoffthegoddamlight?IgottagetupforMassinthemorning." 

           Igotupandturneditoff,ifitmadehimhappy.ThenIlaiddownonEly’sbedagain. 

           "What’reyagonnado—sleepinEly’sbed?"Ackleysaid.Hewastheperfecthost,boy. 

           "Imay.Imaynot.Don’tworryaboutit." 

           "I’mnotworriedaboutit.Only,I’dhatelikehellifElycameinallofasuddenandfoundsomeguy—" 

           "Relax.I’mnotgonnasleephere.Iwouldn’tabuseyourgoddamhospitality." 

           Acoupleofminuteslater,hewassnoringlikemad.Ikeptlayingthereinthedarkanyway,though,tryingnottothinkaboutoldJaneandStradlaterinthatgoddamEdBanky’scar. Butitwasalmostimpossible.Thetroublewas,IknewthatguyStradlater’stechnique.Thatmadeitevenworse.