The room stank. I could smell Ackley’s socks from way a way. I asked him if he ever sent them to the laundry. ‘if you don’t like it, you know what you can do’. He is such a witty guy. I just lay there on Ely’s bed, thinking of Jane and all. It just made me stark staring mad when I thought about her and Stradlater parked somewhere in that fat-assed Ed Banky’s car. Every time I thought about it, I felt like jumping out of the window. The thing is you didn’t know Stradlater. I knew him. Most guys at Pencey just talked about having sexual intercourse with girls all the time like Ackley, for instance- but old Stradlater really did it. I was so personally acquainted with at least two girls he gave me the time to. That’s the truth. I got up and turn off the light then laid back down on Ely’s bed again. I kept lying there in the dark, trying not to think about old Jane and Stradlater. But it was almost impossible. The trouble is I knew Stradlater’s techniques. That made it even worse. We once double dated. Stradlater was in the was in the back with his date and I was in the front with mine. He’d start snowing his date in this very quiet, sincere voice - like as if he wasn’t only very handsome guy but a nice, sincere guy, too. I damn near puked, listening to him. I don’t think he gave that girl time that night- but damn near. Damn near.
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