There seemed to be more people than there actually were, for the ceiling was low and covered with a mirror, affording a clear, exotic view of everyone in the room to anyone who was lying on his back, smoking or resting.

The room was completely void of any furniture except for an occasional throw rug in black or white that was carelessly lain on the black mattress that covered the entire room.

Shoo-Fly and his friend made their way across the room trying not to disturb any of the sensually entwined bodies and situated themselves in one comer, away from the mass.

Torchy, moaning softly, her long, black hair falling half-way down her back, made a rush towards a group of three, two men and a woman, who were making love on the other side of the room. She dropped down beside them, and without saying a word, began caressing and kissing the nearest body to her, not caring whether it was a man or a woman!

Cynthia sat down on one of the rugs and lit another joint, puffing lazily, letting the smoke circle her head like a mushroom cloud and propped her head up with one hand. Al dropped to the floor beside her, hesitating for just a moment to see if she would voice any objection. She liked to smoke and relax before actively joining into any of the activities. She found that watching the others make love stimulated her own desires and aroused her to such a degree that she was a solid mass of nerve-ends, electrifying waves of passion shooting through her whole body.

When her eyes became a bit more accustomed to the darkness she tried to find Frankie among the assorted groups of bodies that were sprawled here and there, but it was impossible.