Happy birthday, Charles Bukowski. He got this published in 1944, thought they'd dissed the story, and didn't write for publication again until the late 1950s, according to the intro on this great site.
And this, at random from my copy of Women, close eyes, open book, point finger:
"The lady questioner gave up. She stretched back in her seat and closed her eyes. Her head slipped down toward me. It was almost in my lap, it seemed. Holding Tammie, I watched that head. I wondered if she would mind if I crushed her lips with a crazy kiss. I got another hard-on."