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Header: Jess Anderson in Madison Wisconsin
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Art and I had a wild summer fling. I was not always (indeed, not usually) a very constant lover; one person or another on the side often caught my fancy.

So it was with Art, who was built for days, smooth as silk, and hot as a pistol. Don had been talking my ear off for a year and I was getting fairly tired of that routine, so I convinced him it was time to visit his mother in North Carolina. Off he went.

It was the dog days of August, very hot and humid, and Art had the task of removing all the wallpaper (with one of those steamers) from the inside of a historic mansion belonging to his uncle. I helped, fairly certain of what my reward would be, for he was well aware that I had long had the hots for him in a major way.

What can I say? It worked out exactly as I had hoped. We saw each other every day for the two weeks Don was gone. To this day it stands out as a fine example of the sheer fun of being so physical in a way that was uncomplicated emotionally.

As it happens, I am totally unconvincing as a liar; people just know when I'm telling a fib. But I discovered, somewhere along the line, that I could get away with it by telling the truth in such a fashion as it couldn't possibly be believed.

When Don came home, already highly suspicious about Art, the first thing he said was, "And I suppose you've been fooling around with that Arthur person." "Oh yes, indeed I have, ducky, each and every day, all day and half the night, fucking each other silly, fairly drowning in sweat, damp wallpaper, and love juice." It was, of course, the absolute truth, and, of course, it was too preposterous to be believed.

In retrospect, that was not my proudest moment, but a certain waywardness has asserted itself several times during my long life, more often then than now. These days, even waywardness would be an improvement!

Before I lost track of him completely, Art had moved to Chicago, where he took up with an older man who was very successful in the furniture business. This guy died a couple years later and left Art his millions. I haven't the slightest idea what may have happened since.

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