cat,â she said as she sprinted past me and up the stairs. âSee ya!â
Hours into the fourth night after Lucy left I woke up in a sweat-soaked panic, my heart pounding up to my temples, my body paralysed with fear. I got up, turned on the light and examined my penis for spots, twisting it in all directions to see all sides. There were no new blemishes. I lay back on the bed, frozen, and then looked again. I lay back down but couldnât sleep. I paced around the kitchen and into the front room. I gazed out the window and saw streetlights and parked cars, the haunting rumble of the city wrapped up in blue shades of night; seeing the distant apartment lights, I envisioned AIDS sufferers, still awake, annihilated by the reality of their condition. I fell back on the pull-out couch and pounded my fists into the mattress. Reaching across the bed, I picked the phonebook up off the floor and looked up V.D .
Venereal Disease Information Line: 872â1238 .
I dialed. Six rings. No answer. I looked up AIDS. My temples started to pound again. There it was: AIDS Vancouver: Information and Counselling. 687â2437 . I dialed. Eight rings. No answer. I crumpled back down on the bed and rolled ⦠and groaned ⦠and moaned until sleep finally took me.
Halfway through dialing the AIDS Line the following morning, I examined my penis and became erect.
âAIDS Vancouver,â said a man in the middle of my demoralised groan.
âOh ⦠uh ⦠I â¦â Suddenly disgusted, I yanked in desperation as hard as I could on my loathesome erection, agony causing me to yelp simultaneously as the telephone receiver cracked on the floor. Before me, my penis wilted like an old carrot. Trembling, I picked up the phone and slowly brought it to my mouth.
âHello?â
âAIDS Vancouver.â
âI had sex with a promiscuous woman.â
âAnd youâre worried about â¦?â
âIâm phoning an AIDS line! Iâm worried about AIDS .â
âCalm down. Was your partner high risk?â
âShe ⦠we were sexually active, initiated by her, she seemed experienced. She put a prophylactic on me in seconds â¦â
âSo she was using a condom?â
âShe did. And then she ⦠we didnât. But I just couldnât stop myself.â
âIs she a drug user?â
âNo. I donât know. Tylenol.â
âBut no needles?â
â Tylenol .â
âIs she a prostitute?â
âNo! Sheâs a dancer. She â¦â Beads of perspiration formed on my forehead like tiny turtle shells pushing up from beneath the sand.
âSo sheâs a regular partner?â
â Was a regular partner! Now? God knows! And to think I was going to be a doctor. Now Iâm a slut, all dreams shattered!â
âDid she tell you she was promiscuous?â
âOh yes, she sent me a note saying sheâs a whore! I told you! Sheâs a prophylactic virtuosoâ swoosh and it was on!â
âSir, I thinkââ
âIndeed, the flesh does kill! Oh wretched day! Ohââ
â Sir !â
Startled, I stood shaking.
âNow I realise youâre tense. But please â¦â
âI ⦠Iâm sorry.â
âThatâs all right. Take a breath.â
I did.
âNow, I suggest talking to her.â
âHow can I? Sheâs miles away cavorting in the nude for strangers!â
âWell, in the meantime, celebrate the fact that she uses condoms. Many people still donât.â
âBut what if â¦â
âShe uses condoms.â
âBut Iââ
âNo blame.â
âSheââ
âShe uses condoms, Sir. She practices safe sex. Talk to her.â
âI ⦠I will,â I said.
âGood. Are you all right?â
âYes ⦠I ⦠feel better. Thank you.â
âYouâre welcome. Talk to her.â
Relieved, I hung up and
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