or I'll make it so hot for you right here that you'll wish you had!"
Expecting to be knocked into the gutter, or that something even worse was about to transpire, I yielded to his demand. He pocketed the money and went on his way. I saw slipping by perhaps the only opportunity of my life to make an appointment with the particular individual with whom at the time I was madly in love. I was also. emboldened because I had found out that he would be easy with me. I ran after him and exclaimed: "I want to meet you again. Where do you hang out? "
"In Madison Square evenings."
I immediately turned down a side street and hid in a doorway in order to ascertain whether. I was being followed. From that meeting I rejoiced in the hope of future intimacy with one of my favorites of the Bowery period, and on the three following evenings wearily promenaded Madison Square for hours in search of him. On the third evening I with great joy discovered him seated alone. Eagerly approaching, I aped, as usual on such occasions, the voice and manners of a baby girl, while I began a graceful dance with various muscles of my body, motions occasionally aroused under sexual excitement. For the first time in nearly six months I adopted the role of "Jennie June," and it gave me great satisfaction.
"My beautiful, beautiful Jew boy, I feared I would never see you again. Say, do you know you are beautiful? Do you know you are beautiful? "
"What do you do now since you don't work in a restaurant?"
