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           I’mnotreallyaswingerlikemostofthegirlshereinVegas."

           "That’swhyIaskedyou,"Julessaidcheerfully."I’veprescribedanight’srestformyself."

           Lucysmiledathimandsaidalittlesadly,"Isitthatobvious?"Heshookhisheadandshesaid,"OK,supperthen,butI’llbuymyownroulettechips."

           TheywenttothesuppershowandJuleskeptheramusedbydescribingdifferenttypesofbarethighsandbreastsinmedicalterms;butwithoutsneering,allingoodhumor.Afterwardtheyplayedroulettetogetheratthesamewheelandwonoverahundreddollars.StilllatertheydroveuptoBoulderDaminthemoonlightandhetriedtomakelovetoherbutwhensheresistedafterafewkissesheknewthatshereallymeantnoandstopped.Againhetookhisdefeatwithgreatgoodhumor."ItoldyouIwouldn’t."Lucysaidwithhalf-guiltyreproach.

           "YouwouldhavebeenawfullyinsultedifIdidn’teventry,"Julessaid.Andshehadtolaughbecauseitwastrue.

           Thenextfewmonthstheybecamebestfriends.Itwasn’tlovebecausetheydidn’tmakelove,Lucywouldn’tlethim.Shecouldseehewaspuzzledbyherrefusalbutnothurtthewaymostmenwouldbeandthatmadehertrusthimevenmore.Shefoundoutthatbeneathhisprofessionaldoctor’sexteriorhewaswildlyfun-lovingandreckless.Onweekendshedroveasouped-upMGintheCaliforniaraces.