(3/8) “Later that night Vicky and I go to see a play at the...

(3/8) “Later that night Vicky and I go to see a play at the Irish Theater, and right away I’m in love. But I’m too scared to tell her that. So we end up becoming best friends, no benefits. We’re hanging out all the time. Vicky has her own apartment. She’s taking me to plays and restaurants. She even took me to a symphony. I live next to the housing projects, and suddenly I’m going to symphonies. It was a whole different world. Vicky’s great, great grandfather had been a Rockefeller lieutenant, and her family had money like I’d never seen before. We went out to Long Island to meet her parents. They belonged to a country club called Piping Rock: no Jews, no blacks, nothing but WASPs. All the sudden I’ve got a cloth napkin in my lap and grown men in tuxedos are serving me Eggs Benedict. I couldn’t believe my luck. Vicky’s grandmother lived on this insane estate out in Westbury. It was a Great Gatsby kind of thing. Thirty acres. A whole wing for the help. This woman was so rich she’d never had a pizza before. Think about it, not a single slice of pizza. That’s the kind of money we’re talking about. I found out later that Vicky was raised by nannies while her parents toyed around in Europe. She was sorta the black sheep of the family. She never wanted to play the bourgeois game, so she ran off to the Lower East side and started living this bohemian lifestyle. That’s how she ended up meeting Blanche, who becomes like her surrogate mother. So that’s the set up. Vicky loves Blanche. Blanche loves Vicky. I love them both. It all seems too good to be true. Then one week Vicky invites me to her family’s ranch in Wyoming. They had 165 acres right on the edge of a national park. It was Ted Turner kind of shit. They gave me my own cabin and a horse named Indian. We’re riding all day through the mountains. We went to a rodeo. Then one night after everyone went to sleep, Vicky comes sneaking into my cabin. I can’t remember exactly what happened. Was I on the bed? Was I on the chair? Did she start touching my leg? All I remember is there was a candle on the nightstand. And suddenly I’m having the best sex I’ve ever had in my short Jewish life.”