“PHONE ME IN CENTRAL PARK”
BY JAMES MCCONNELL
There should be an epitaph for every man, big or little, but a really grand and special one for Loner Charlie.
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CHARLES TURNED OVER on his side to look at her. She lay quietly in the other bed, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was blonde to perfection, exquisitely shaped, and the rich promise of her body was exposed to his view.
“Why?” he thought as he looked at her. “Why did it have to happen like this?”
The whole thing was still like a dream to him, and as yet he couldn’t decide whether it was a good or a bad dream. A year ago she had been unattainable, a face to conjure with in erotic dreams, far beyond his ken. A year ago she had been a public idol, the most popular actress of the day. And he had been a nob
