11/19 — Cindy. 20. Waitress. "I get bored when I can't use my mouth."

Erin. 21. Jewish. In a changing stall at The Gap. Betsy. 36. After sex, wanted a pearl necklace. Lude told her he was broke. 11/22 — Michelle. 20. Catholic. Informed him that all anal sex requires is Vaseline and a pillow. She had both. Stephanie. 18. Black.

Alicia. 23. On top of her stereo speakers. Big speakers. Big woofers. Apparently very intense. Plenty of woofing.

Thanksgiving. Dana. 28. Navel pierced. Nipples pierced. Clitoral hood pierced. Danced for Lude on her bed, then masturbated until she came. An hour later, sex. He couldn't come for the second time. She called a girlfriend. They 69'd and then played Russian Blow Job—a variation on Russian Roulette. Lude was the gun, they took turns, thirty seconds at a time (he timed); Dana's girlfriend lost (or won; depending on your

Y N

tastes).

^{T N} 100 tabs of X;

12 AA batteries;

half a dozen tubes of KY jelly;

4 boxes of condoms (ribbed and ultra thin; all w/ Nonoxynol-9); 3 loads of laundry; 2 wet suits;

and 1 bottle of champagne.

Quite a month.

Note: This section also elicited several e-mails:

Lude was such a jerk and a shitty fuck. You can tell him that.

— Clarissa April 13. 1999

Lude was so much fun. Give him my new number: 323

____ -_____ . Do you know what happened to him? Did

he leave LA?

And what about Johnny? What was all that crazy stuff in the introduction about guns and blood? I mean if it wasn't his blood, whose was it?

— Natalie

May 30. 1999

Hey kids. It takes two to tango.

— Bethami June 6, 1999

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11/25 11/27

11/28

— Ed.