Someone must have done her from behind and pulled out.”
“Oh, shit!”
“Yeah.”
“Here?”
“Who knows? Indian sex Women’s Lib and all that.”
“We have the other joint,” I reminded her. Please? We never made love. It’s the interior of a building.”
“What building?”
“The old quonset hut near the train station on the north side of the city.”
“That big ugly metal thing? “That wasn’t a body rush. Again, I had to hold her down to do it. A third of five grand is more than I made flipping burgers all last summer. I was getting seriously high. Everyone fuckin’ loves your work! “Relax.”
“Will it hurt? Wait till you see the write-up in tomorrow’s newspaper! Um … thanks, I guess. You probably never had anything like it before. “Martha” went to my high school. Other boys are kissing the girls they’re dancing with.”
A guy near me squeezed his girl’s ass.
