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Gino the Gigolo — UNLV pg68
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
Gary and I played around for a while, then he treated me to a birthday present unsurpassed for all time the day I turned twenty. Gary showed up hauling a power boat behind a pickup, and we enjoyed that hot, July afternoon out on Lake Mead. Sometime around the second six-pack he described the present he had arranged for that night.
“My friend Gino owes me a favor, and I said we would be even if he agreed to be your birthday present. Gino is a pretty successful gigolo who specializes in older women playing the dollar slots. They know their husbands are off galavanting and will pay him a lot for his services — a lot more than regular hookers get. You want this? I hear he’s really good at what he does.” — From Chapter 3
We’re back in Las Vegas during the college years. Part of my higher education was to get high and learn alternative lessons. This instructional seminar with Gino was sensational; as both a learning experience about how many orgasms the female body can endure, and the best birthday present anyone has ever given me. Years later another boyfriend gave me a whale watching trip on a sea plane with magic mushrooms for Christmas, but Gary gifting me Gino took the cake of a lifetime.
