"Exacerbating these feelings was the fact that half our nieghborhood was composed of people Tony had once slept iwth. Both they and the other half wer eager to rexperience or newly experience the magic. Every time I turned by back, some guy would be chatting Tony up, buying him a drink, fondling his leg.

One night I came out of the ladies' room . . .and found him engaged in an extremely passionate-looking, lengthy, and highly French kiss with some guy I'd never laid eyes on. . .

I stalked passed him, out of the club and back to the apartment. There I reduced both kitchen chairs to splinters. . .Tony wandered in shortly after and we had an argument that ended with his climbing out on the roof to escape my wrath. . .Both of us were crying. . .

I know, he said. But really this was no big deal, Marion. It was a stupid kiss and a stupid person and it was nothing.

I would feel better if we could have a little less of this particular nothing, I replied.

I don't know what made me think I had the right to say this, the right to demand fidelity from someone who didn't even share my sexual preference, but somehow I did. And Tony wanted emotional security so badly that he accepted it in return for the same loyalty pledge. We were about to become the most monogamous, joined-at-the-hip, virtually asexual couple on earth. And have many happy years doing it."

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