The Demon [antikvár]

His friends called him Harry the Lover. But Harry would not screw just anyone. It had to be a woman a married woman. They were less trouble. When they were with Harry, they knew what they were there for. No wining or dining. No romancing. If they expected this, they were sadly mistaken; and if they started asking questions about his life or indicated in any way that they wanted to start an 'affair,' he went his merry way. Harry did not want any involvements or encumbrances, no hassles. He wanted what he wanted when he wanted it, then leave with a smile on his face and a wave of the hand. Taking a married woman to bed provided an additional thrill. Not the thrill of stealing another mans woman, Harry was not interested in that, but the thrill of having to take certain precautions so you would not be discovered. Never knowing exactly what might happen increased the excitement of apprehension. From time to time Harry White would stretch out in his minds eye and reflect upon the many relationships jeopardizedbecause of confused or poor sexual relations. Why, there must be millions of women living on tranquilizers because of sexual frustrations. And how about the thousands, or hundreds of thousands, who are in mental institutions because of emotional breakdowns due directly to an unsatisfying or nonexistent love Hfe? Think of those broken homes and motherless children struggling in an unhappy world simply for want of an orgasm. Harry was not what one would call a womans libber, but he did think the double standard grossly unfair. After all, it is a known, and accepted, fact that most men cheat, as they say, on their wives, that they like to go out with the boys and get a 'strange piece.' Yet, the wife is supposed to stay home at night and take care of the children and