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over. Lucy tiptoed and peered down at whatever it was and started laughing.
    I couldn’t see a thing on my tiptoes, so I half turned to spot a chair or something to add to my five feet two so I could see the action.
    I felt a sudden viselike pressure around my waist, and then I was airborne. I looked down at a gorilla face crinkly in amusement. My hundred and twenty pounds were perched neatly on the ridge of the widest shoulder I’d ever seen. The black giant had his paws locked around my calves balancing me like I was a baby.
    I said angrily, “What the hell are you doing? Put me down.”
    He flung back his shiny shaved skull against my thigh and laughed.
    He said, “Baby, I ain’t going to let you fall. Go on and dig the happenings.”
    I looked down into his brown eyes. They were so warm and nice and that face of his was so pathetically ugly I just had to be kind to him. I smiled and put my arm around his bull neck.
    I looked down at struggling brown-skinned Penny, her eyes bucked in panic. Two brawny white lesbians were holding her down while Stel shoved ice cubes up Penny’s guilty tang. It was almost poetic punishment for a hot delinquent pussy.
    I swung my eyes away and scanned the crowd for Mike. He wasn’t there. Shortly, the excitement was over and chastened Penny slunk upstairs. Gargantua lowered me to the floor and grinned down at me.
    I said, “Thanks for the trip.”
    He said, “My name is Lovell, but everybody calls me Big Lovee. Who are you?”
    â€œI’m Tilly, and it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said and turned and walked away to Lucy sitting at the bar.
    Stel went behind the long redwood bar to serve her guests. I sat at the bar sipping Tom Collins and chatting with Stel and Lucy. At least twenty people came over to say hello and how glad they were to see me again. Lovee sat at the end of the bar gazing hungrily at me.
    Lesbians and their women were paired off and in small groups with queens and studs in the shadowy booths lining the long room. The scene was swept by a romantic pinwheel of colored bulbs revolving slowly in the low ceiling.
    The hubbub of their chatter and wild laughter almost smothered the souling of Lou Rawls moaning from a jukebox that blazed in the corner like a pastel bonfire.
    I felt cozy and intoxicated, but not only because of the pills and drinks I had taken. There was somehow a sweet and wonderful atmosphere of equality and brotherhood among queers. I guess they were so despised and discriminated against in the straight world that in mutual anguish and suffering they found emotional sanctuary among themselves.
    At 3 A.M. Lucy and I helped Stel serve chitterlings with spaghetti and coleslaw. It wasn’t my favorite dish. While growing up I had eaten enough hog guts to stretch from coast to coast.
    I danced with Lovell and several other guys. I was having a ball, and poor Lovell had his nose wide open for me. He sat and glowered at me when I wasn’t in his arms. When I was, I felt his hard thing prod my navel.
    Around 4 A.M. people started to drift away to the street and to the bedrooms upstairs. I went to the john at the top of the stairs to tinkle. I pulled down the borrowed satin panties and sat down because it was easier with a dress on.
    The john door opened, and there was Lovell half swacked with a ravenous look of adoration on his ape face. The musical fall of the tinkle must have been a powerful turn-on for the ugly brute, because he fell to his knees in front of me and started kissing and licking my kneecaps and thighs.
    It tickled good. But there was no lock on the door and I was afraid someone might walk in. I giggled and tried to shove his head away.
    He blurted out a whiney plea, “Tilly, please give me a chance. I’m black and ugly, pretty baby, but I got a boss head and a groovy dick. All my life I ain’t loved nothing but sissies, and you the finest one I ever saw.
    â€œI ain’t