Once. I only went to bed with her once. Friends for eleven years--before and since--but it was just one of those things, just one of those crazy flings: the two of us alone on a New Year's Eve, watching rented Marx Brothers videos so we wouldn't have to go out with a bunch of idiots and make noise and pretend we were having a good time when all we'd be doing was getting drunk, whooping like morons, vomiting on slow-moving strangers, and spending more money than we had to waste.Mefisto In Onyx
by Harlan Ellison
(Mark V. Ziesing, 1994)
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