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If I could change it, I would The wanting hi him

I closeit is hi me

I do this, and I hate myself Because

We destroyed each other, he and I Even now, after so many years, we're still cracked and broken

And broken we'll remain, because without the other, we can never be whole And yet we can never be together Not again Not like that

Our desire has teeth, after all We survived once, just barely

But push our luck, and it just ht shole

Even by Southampton standards, the party at the nine-thousand-square-foot ance

Grae that had been set up on the lush lawn that flowed from the main house to the tennis courts Celebrities hobnobbed with models who flirted with Wall Street tycoons who discussed stock prices with tech gurus and old- fine scotch and the season's chicest gin Colored lights illurotto-style pool, upon which nude models floated lazily on air mattresses, their bodies used by artisan sushi chefs as presentation platters for epicurean delights

Each fe and each male received a liht--from both the men and the women--rivaled the boom of the fireworks that exploded over Shinnecock Bay at precisely ten PM, perfectly tiuests fro out the dinner buffet for the spread of desserts, coffee, and liqueurs

No expense had been spared, no desire or craving or indulgence overlooked Nothing had been left to chance, and every person in attendance agreed that the party was the Must Attend event of the season, if not of the year Hell, if not of the decade

Everyone as anyone was there, under the stars on the four acre lot on Billionaires' Row

Everyone, that is, except the billionaire as actually hosting the party And speculation as to where he hat he was doing, and who he was doing it with ripped through the well-liquored and gossip-hungry crowd like wildfire in a windstorm

"No idea where he could have disappeared off to, but I'd bet goodaway in solitude," said a reed-thin ested disapproval but was most likely envy

"I swear I came five times," a perky blonde announced to her best friend in the kind of stage whisper designed to attract attention "The man's a master in bed"

"He's got a shrewd head for business, that one," said a Wall Street trader, "but no sense of propriety where his cock is concerned"

"Oh, honey, no He's not relationshipcontract shivered as if reliving a moment of ecstasy "He's like fine chocolate Meant to be savored in very liood when you have it"

"More power to hirab that much pussy" A hipster with beard stubble and a lasses clean with his shirttail "But why the fuck does he have to be so blatant about it?"

"All of my friends have had hiure wife bonus sested that she was the cat and he was the delicious crea"