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urgent high heels. An instant later a seamed white face framed by a red wig thrust through the open window and grinned at me. It belonged to Lucy, an old queen friend of mine, in full drag. His voluptuous face was a debauched image of the world-famous comedienne’s.
    â€œTilly, my gawd, it’s simply creamy to see you,” he gurgled in a gritty contralto voice.
    I said, “Hi, Lucy,” and opened the door.
    He gracefully slid his wide hips into the seat and adjusted the hem of the tight gold lamé microdress cut high at his droopy thighs. He slit his large blue eyes and pouted his scarlet mouth in fake anger.
    He said, “Tilly, I don’t know why the hell I’m so glad to see you. You dropped out of circulation eons ago without so much as a hint to your friends. I supposed that you were shacked up with some utterly divine cock that you couldn’t bear to risk sharing.
    â€œOh, which reminds me, Mike is back in town on his bare ass, but creamy and cute as always, and Gypsy was stomped to death bythat crazy, jealous Mexican of hers. I’m still slaving at Spiegel’s mail-order house. And I’m shacked up with a living dream.”
    I sat there thinking, Mike is back! Mike is back!
    I forgot I had told Dorcas I was on my way home. I scarcely heard Lucy as he chattered on and on bringing me up to date on the romances and happenings among the queers I had deserted.
    In a mechanical daze I drove Lucy several blocks up Madison Street to an old apartment building. He begged me to come up for a moment to have a drink for old times’ sake.
    I followed him into a first-floor rear apartment reeking with sandalwood incense. An amber light shone from a pole lamp. The small living-room walls were aglow with Lucy’s phosphorescent paintings of nude male figures.
    He went across a burnt orange carpet to a yellow bar. I sat down on a yellow leather sofa. He brought a glass tray and put it on the yellow cocktail table in front of me.
    He sat beside me and said, “See, Honey, I remembered your poison: gin and soda.”
    We sat there sipping, chatting and listening to Ray Charles records for quite a while. Then Lucy dropped a red devil, so just to be a good sport, I dropped one, and I really started to feel groovy. I really did.
    Lucy took my hand and led me into a pink and blue bedroom. She switched on a bed lamp. A coal-black young guy with gleaming processed hair was lying on his back beneath a satin quilt. He was fast asleep.
    Lucy cocked his head, gazing raptly down at him. He said, “The poor baby is sleeping off a binge. Isn’t he gorgeous?”
    I said, “He’s attractive all right, but don’t you think he’s awfully young and innocent? He couldn’t be more than seventeen. His parents could make trouble for you.”
    Lucy giggled and flung the covers back. He leaned over and pulled the boy’s huge dick from between his sinewy thighs andhefted it lovingly in his palm. The boy smiled in his sleep and scratched his belly.
    Lucy said, “The goddamn creamy thing goes nearly twelve inches hard. It’s so big, I’ll soon be crapping in a washtub. He’s the greatest lover I’ve ever had.
    â€œThere’s no parental danger. He’s got ten brothers and sisters, and no father that he remembers. His mother is happy he’s found someplace to eat. In fact, I’m something of a good fairy, no pun intended. I take food and clothing to her often.”
    Lucy went to the dresser and got a pink ribbon from a drawer. He tied it into a bow around the base of the boy’s manhood, kissed it and pulled the covers up.
    Lucy turned and said, “My gawd, we’ve been yakking, and I almost forgot Stel’s birthday party. You remember Stel, the lesbian on Warren Boulevard?”
    I looked at my watch and said, “I remember her. I can’t forget her. I met Mike at her place. It’s only midnight. If her parties are anything