I come from the midtown area where Lenny Weinrib, tortured by passions too overwhelming to...

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I come from the midtown area where Lenny Weinrib, tortured by passions too overwhelming to regulate, did indeed call this little hustler on the phone in earnest attempt to see her again. At first he wrestled with his drives, trying to master a curiosity not slaked by this initial meeting, but only whetted by it. His thirst to know this woman more did inexorably provoke him to call her. Nervous and confused, At first he only got her answering machine. Then, at fifth try, she picked up the phone herself. Painful to relate that she thought he was nuts and did not want to meet him no how. "Stop bothering me, creep," was her cutting declaration. Then she used the "F" word. Agonized, he called again, offering her abundant financial compensation just for a brief chat. But she bade him get off her back and slammed the phone down. Finally, in doldrums mixed with much anxiety, he stood watch outside her apartment and waited until such a time as he did spot her heading for the Laundromat