1977 is almost finished. I was sitting with Georg at One-Fifth. His teen queen had just walked out on him. He raised his glass and said, “Here’s to 1978.”

We clinked glasses and he added, “We haven’t fucked up a single of day of 1978.”

“Not yet, and it won’t take long.”

After finishing our drinks we went to Veronica’s party and once more Nina, the Nordic Valkyrie, flirted sexually by rubbing my thigh and even higher. I knew this was going nowhere, but frustration, and she said, “You’re so cold.”

She opened her shirt and forced my head to her breasts.

“That’s, because you’re so cold to me.”

“You call this cold.” She stroked my penis under my jeans. I got hard.

Elvis came on the record player and someone tried to change the 45.

“Don’t do that,” I shouted and the person shrugged, as if it really didn’t matter what was playing

Nina looked at me with surprise.

“I didn’t know you were into Elvis.”

“I wore black for three days after his death.”

“I’ve changed my mind about you. You love Elvis same as me.”

She stood up and straddled my groin, lifting her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her breasts rode my shoulders, as her pelvis rubbed against my belly. This was a complete mismatch and I bet she had a large cunt. She took me in the bathroom and proved I was wrong.
@ the St. Marks Cinema
During the showing of EASY RIDER Georg said, “I can get over Maria. I know we weren’t meant forever, but you know she really hurt me. I didn’t know that she could.”

“Sorry, but both of you were seeing someone else or elses and that doesn’t say you care for someone.”
“Not in 1977.”

Hurt me. Make me pain
So I will remember our love
Our lives don’t exist when we are together
Just the feel of you completes me
Hurt and pleasure
The two feel good
When you are strong.