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it weren’sexs sidor t that he had to listen sexs sidor to them. Even after five months, it got on
his nerves.
He never looked at them any more. In the beginning he’sexs sidor d made a peephole in
the front window and watched them. sexs sidor but then sexs sidor the women bad seen sexs sidor him and had
started striking vile postures in order to entice him out of the house. He
didn’t want to look at that.
He put down his book and stared bleakly sexs sidor at the rug, hearing Verklärte Nacht
play over the loud-speaker. sexs sidor he knew he could put plugs in his ears to shut
off the sound of them, but that would
shut off the music too, and he didn’t
want to feel that they were forcing him into a shell.
He closed his eyes again. It was the women who made it so difficult, be
thought, the women posing like lewd puppets in the night on the possibility
that he’d see sexs sidor them sexs sidor and decide to come out.
A shudder. ran sexs sidor through him. Every night it was the same. He’d be reading
and sexs sidor listening to music. Then he’d start to think about soundproofing the
house, then he’d think about the women.
Deep in his body, the sexs sidor knotting heat began again, and be pressed his lips
together until they were
white. He knew the feeling well and it enraged him
that he couldn’t combat it. It grew and grew until he couldn’t sit still
any more. Then he’d get up and pace the floor, sexs sidor fists bloodless at his
sides. Maybe he’d set up the movie projector or eat something or have too
much to drink or turn the music up so loud it hurt his ears. He had to do
something when sexs sidor it got really bad.
He felt the muscles of his abdomen closing in like frightening coils. He
picked up the book and tried to read, his lips forming each word slowly and
painfully.
But in a moment sexs sidor the book was on his lap again. He looked at. the bookcase
across from sexs sidor him. All the knowledge in those books couldn’t put out the
fires in him; all the words of centuries couldn’t end the wordless,
mindless craving of his flesh.
The sexs sidor realization sexs sidor made sexs sidor him sick. It was sexs sidor an insult to a man. All right, it was
a natural drive, but there was no outlet for it any more. They’d forced
sexs sidor celibacy on him; he’d have to live with it. You have a mind, sexs sidor don’t you? he
asked himself. Well, use it? .
He reached over and turned the music still louder; then forced himself to
read a whole page without pause. He read about blood cells being forced
through membranes, about pale sexs sidor lymph carrying the wastes through sexs sidor tubes
blocked by