This is image is a self-portrait 1966 at Mouse's tank ourside Las Vegas.The picture of Sue is roughly from the same era. Mouse's Tank was in the Valley of Fire; Mouse was a reengage Native American who rob from the white man--took supplies, enough to live alone in for a couple months in these complicated rocks and canyons--and bothered no one else to live in peace all by his lonesome. I bestowed on him mythic stature for his bravery and courage. I can't remember if he came to a bad end. He probably did.

The picture of Sue, if I am not mistaken was shot in our Waterbury abode before we were married and still living in San Jose. The Waterburys were this cute elderly couple who lived downstairs. We were living together but not yet married. It was when I had more sex than ever before and I liked it. All I had to do is reach out and there was the smiling quim.
Well, I exaggerate somewhat because even in those day I still lack aggressiveness in regard asking for sex. I always worried, was I asking for too much or too little. It was hard for me to tell. Another sign of some trouble in bed was I always waited for her to put my cock inside her, and I did that for years, at least ten I'd say. I know that wasn't true with her lovers. Gary Hess, for example, she told me he directed her completely: whatever he told her to do she did it with no question or resistance. They fucked a dozen times over a weekend. Her sexual experience in High School was a little blury to me after all these years but I doubt any of it hit the score in Utah. One of the excruciating experiences I had in those early days when we virtually had an open marriage when we got to the Campus in Las Vegas was a night in a casino with some political guests, one of whom was William Winter, a liberal radio commentator, a wily, slick customer who made love talk to her in front of several friends and colleagues. She ate it up, this 63 year old Lothario was too much. He called the next morning a few hours before he flew out of town and invited her but not me for a drink. She went and was gone more than three hours. To this day she has never surrendered the truth about that rendezvous, and if she thinks I believe they talked politics I'll eat my hat. One of the things about her outside sexual activity is she regards it as super-private experience. However, with some she is quite open, or relatively open, while with many others she is absolutely tight-lipped about what they did, how and when

That was all there was to it. I told her about Marge who I met every Wednesday night for six months, and about Jane, Scott Bell's girl friend, and the divorced woman I fucked one night during the INFERNO.But none of it was of much interest to her. If it was a feint or true indifference I could never tell. The only time she seemed to react was when I tried to bed Sharon Murphy. Sharon was sensitive to Sue and said forget it.
Maybe that's why they got along last summer like long-lost sisters.
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