drinks schnapps like crazy." "let's make it," I said, "you've got 40 bucks. where's this immortal FUCK MACHINE?" Tony lifted a partition of the bar, said, "come through here. take the stairway to the back rear, just go up there, knock, say, 'Tony sent us'." "any door #?" "door #69." "oh, hell yes," I said, "what else?" we found the stairway. walked up. Tony will do anything for a gag," I said. we walked along, there it was: door #69. I knocked: "Tony sent us." "ah, do come in, gentleman!" here was this old horny-looking freak, glass of schnapps in his hand, double-lensed glasses. just like the old-timed movies. he ap- peared to be having a visitor, a young thing, almost too young, looking flimsy and strong at the same time. she crossed her legs, flashing all the bit: nylon knees, nylon thighs, and just that tiny part there where the long stockings ended and just that touch of flesh began.