Sunny & Maurice

I walked back to the hotel, forty-one gorgeous blocks. Not because I wanted to or anything, just didn't want to get into another taxicab. I get tired of riding in taxi's, the same way you can get tired of riding in elevators. You just have to walk.
There was hardly any snow around at all, you wouldn't actually know it had snowed at all. It was really cold so I pulled my hunting hat out and put it on. I wish I knew who'd swiped my gloves from Pencey, it really was goddam freezing. I wouldn't have actually done much even if I had known though. I mean i'm a pretty yellow guy really. I mean if I had known, I probably woulda just gone down there and threatened to hit the guy, but I wouldn't have actually planned to do it. I am a pretty yellow guy. Anyway, I thought about how it isn't fun to be yellow all the way back to the hotel. I mean, i'm not one of these guys that actually care much when they lose something, I know it's no excuse but I really don't.
I hate fist fights, I don't mind being hit too much, obviously i'm not crazy about it but I just can't stand looking at another guys face while i'm fighting him. I probably wouldn't be too bad if I could be blindfolded or something.
I had only had three drinks at Ernies, I am really good at drinking and not showing it. This one time, at Whooton School, this other boy, Raymond Goldfarb and I, bought this bottle of Scotch and drank it. He got stinking but I was fine, I was sick before I went to bed but I didn't actually need to be a just forced myself.
Before I got back to the hotel I thought about going in this bar, but two guys came out stinking, drunk as hell. I decided not even to go into the goddam bar and just went back to the hotel instead. When I got into the elevator there was this guy asking me if I was interested in 'having a good time'. I lied about my age, and ended up booking a prostitue for five bucks. As soon as I agreed to it I regreted it but it was too late to stop it now.
When I got back to my room I got dressed and brushed my teeth, so it wouldn't stink of cigarettes and Scotch. I know you don't have to get dolled up for these things but I was pretty nervous and it was something to do. I was feeling sexy and all but still nervous, if you want to know the truth, i'm a virigin. I've had quite a few opportunities to lose my virginity and everything but something has always gone wrong or it's just been the wrong time. Or the girl your with keeps saying stop, most guys don't stop but I do. I can't help it.
Anyway, as I was putting on a clean shirt I figured this was my chance to get some practice, with her being a prostitute and all. I was walking round the room waiting for this prostitute to show up, I kept hoping she's be good looking, I didn't care too much though I just wanted to get it over with. Finally there was a knock at the door and on the way to get it I tripped over my suitcase. I damn near broke my knee, great timing!
When I opened the door this prostitute was there, you could tell she died her hair but she was no old bag. She looked really nervous for a prositute, she really did. She only looked around my age, she was asking what my age was. When I told her I was twenty two, she suprised me when she said "like fun you are" I expected something like "cut the crap". It was sorta a childish thing to say, I asked her how old she was and she just said old enough to know better, she was really witty.
She just stood up and pulled her dress over her head, sure made me feel peculiar when she did that, I know your supposed to feel sexy and all,but I didn't. I was feeling depressed rather than sexy.
She asked if I had a watch again and she just sat on the bed, all she had on was this pink slip, it was actually really embarresing. I was feeling goddam peculiar this time and when she said let's go I just asked if she wantedto talk for a bit. I'm a madman I really am. She sat on my knee, I just wanted to talk. She got bored after a while and she just kept saying let's go. I told her I had had an operation on my back and I couldn't do anything, she just said I was cute. She made me so goddam nervous I just kept lying my head off.
By the end she gave me this goddam dirty look, she didn't seem happy at all. I told her i'd pay her, she asked why i'd told Maurice I wanted a girl if I had had an operation. I just kept lying. I gave her five bucks outta my wallet, then she said it cost ten. I told her about how Maurice said it was 5 for a throw, fifteen till noon. I wouldn't shell out any more than five, she just got her dress and said "So long crumb-bum". I said so long, didn't thank her or anything, and i'm gald I didn't.