Show

My original Bonnie called what she had proposed, taking off all our clothes and displaying ourselves to each other, Cops & Robbers: that was the fantasy she wanted: she was the lady of the house, naked in bed; I was a burgler, breaking in through the window ... I just called it Show: 'You show me yours, I'll show you mine.'

The girl in the neighborhood who grew up to be the greatest beauty was much younger than I. This Bonnie heard about our games and wanted to show hers. I'm in the yard of my usual friend but she wasn't home. Little blond Bonnie shows up. I'll show you, she says. We walk off toward my garage. I'll show you this, she says and points her finger right on her front lips. And I'll show you this, she says, running her same finger up the cleft of her buttocks. We were right under the front window of my absent friend. I see my friend's father there, frowning at us. We go to my garage, haven't been there long, and I hear my mother call from the house. SybaRight, what are you doing? Get in here this instant. The Game of Show cooled off in the neighborhood for a while after that. One day I dug a hole in the back yard. Filled it with water. Little Bonnie came running out, stripped off her clothes and jumped into the mud. Her father comes running out of their house and drags her away. That girl, by the way, became the greatest, most spectacularly gorgeous belly dancer I've ever seen. She starred in a whole string of Egyptian Clubs. Last time I saw her, she was wearing a diamond the size of a pigeon's egg: engaged to the owner to the string of clubs.