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Sharon
Moore
obviously
,
expected
him
to
come
on
very
strong
because
of
his
reputation
,
but
Johnny
hated
the
Hollywood
"
piece
of
meat
"
approach
.
He
never
slept
with
any
girl
unless
there
was
something
about
her
he
really
liked
.
Except
,
of
course
,
sometimes
when
he
was
very
drunk
and
found
himself
in
bed
with
a
girl
he
did
n't
even
remember
meeting
or
seeing
before
.
And
now
that
he
was
thirty-five
years
old
,
divorced
once
,
estranged
from
his
second
wife
,
with
maybe
a
thousand
pubic
scalps
dangling
from
his
belt
,
he
simply
was
n't
that
eager
.
But
there
was
something
about
Sharon
Moore
that
aroused
affection
in
him
and
so
he
had
invited
her
to
dinner
.
He
never
ate
much
but
he
knew
young
pretty
girls
ambitiously
starved
themselves
for
pretty
clothes
and
were
usually
big
eaters
on
a
date
so
there
was
plenty
of
food
on
the
table
.
There
was
also
plenty
of
liquor
;
champagne
in
a
bucket
,
scotch
,
rye
,
brandy
and
liqueurs
on
the
sideboard
.
Johnny
served
the
drinks
and
the
plates
of
food
already
prepared
.
When
they
had
finished
eating
he
led
her
into
the
huge
living
room
with
its
glass
wall
that
looked
out
onto
the
Pacific
.
He
put
a
stack
of
Ella
Fitzgerald
records
on
the
hifi
and
settled
on
the
couch
with
Sharon
.
He
made
a
little
small
talk
with
her
,
found
out
about
what
she
had
been
like
as
a
kid
,
whether
she
had
been
a
tomboy
or
boy
crazy
,
whether
she
had
been
homely
or
pretty
,
lonely
or
gay
.
He
always
found
these
details
touching
,
it
always
evoked
the
tenderness
he
needed
to
make
love
.
They
nestled
together
on
the
sofa
,
very
friendly
,
very
comfortable
.
He
kissed
her
on
the
lips
,
a
cool
friendly
kiss
,
and
when
she
kept
it
that
way
he
left
it
that
way
.
Outside
the
huge
picture
window
he
could
see
the
dark
blue
sheet
of
the
Pacific
lying
flat
beneath
the
moonlight
.
"
How
come
you
're
not
playing
any
of
your
records
?
"
Sharon
asked
him
.
Her
voice
was
teasing
.
Johnny
smiled
at
her
.
He
was
amused
by
her
teasing
him
.
"
I
'm
not
that
Hollywood
,
"
he
said
.
"
Play
some
for
me
,
"
she
said
.
"
Or
sing
for
me
.
You
know
,
like
the
movies
.
I
'll
bubble
up
and
melt
all
over
you
just
like
those
girls
do
on
the
screen
.
"
Johnny
laughed
outright
.
When
he
had
been
younger
,
he
had
done
just
such
things
and
the
result
had
always
been
stagy
,
the
girls
trying
to
look
sexy
and
melting
,
making
their
eyes
swim
with
desire
for
an
imagined
fantasy
camera
.
He
would
never
dream
of
singing
to
a
girl
now
;
for
one
thing
,
he
had
n't
sung
for
months
,
he
did
n't
trust
his
voice
.
For
another
thing
,
amateurs
did
n't
realize
how
much
professionals
depended
on
technical
help
to
sound
as
good
as
they
did
.
He
could
have
played
his
records
but
he
felt
the
same
shyness
about
hearing
his
youthful
passionate
voice
as
an
aging
,
balding
man
running
to
fat
feels
about
showing
pictures
of
himself
as
a
youth
in
the
full
bloom
of
manhood
.
"
My
voice
is
out
of
shape
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
honestly
,
I
'm
sick
of
hearing
myself
sing
.
"
They
both
sipped
their
drinks
.
"
I
hear
you
're
great
in
this
picture
,
"
she
said
.
"
Is
it
true
you
did
it
for
nothing
?
"
"
Just
a
token
payment
,
"
Johnny
said
.
