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I got up, left the steam room, and went into the showers to consider what was happening. I was young and naive, but I wasn’t dumb. It became evident that Alan the Rasta had sent me to a YMCA frequented by men as a hook-up spot with other men. I figured that out as I stood in the shower while a man in the shower next to me got himself off with his right hand.
Gentry Bronson
Deb Palmer
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