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to stay there. You there by yourself?"
"No, I'm with, well," he hesitated. "A girl, but she's my fath "
"Fuck, man!" she laughed. "You got your girlfriend up in that horror house! It's like a
fuckin' garbage can at a butcher shop! You got balls, man! That place is a fuckin'
graveyard, man!"
"What do you mean?"
"It was a body-dump for the mob!" Squirrelly found the whole scene nervously hilarious.
"Since way, way back. Vinch'd plant stoolies and snuff bodies there all the time. And
those two scat chicks and hitters who got chopped up? They're buried there too, the
pieces, I mean, plus a lot of the animals."
Melvin gripped the wheel harder, enthused. "Animals?"
"Oh, fuck, yeah. I told you yesterday, that place was a snuff-house, but they also made
scats and wet-flicks, nek-flicks, and a whole motherfuckin' shitload of fuckin' animal
movies, man. Dogs, goats, horses." She scratched her armpit. "Pigs."
Pigs...
That animal skull, he recalled. Gwyneth said it might be from a pig.
Squirrelly's bare, white, and very bony shoulders hunched up; she hugged herself as if
chilled. "All this fuckin' creepy spook-talk is fuckin' creepin' me out, man. Let's not talk
about that gore-house any more..." An errant hand came to her fat-less midriff. "Hey, you
got any food? I'm fuckin' seein' things I'm so hungry."
"I'm sorry, I don't have anything in the truck, but I'll buy you a pizza. I'm going to that
shopping center I picked you up at yesterday."
"Oh, that fuckin' rocks, man, 'cos that's where I'm heading too!" She put her hand back on
his thigh, inched it right to the crotch, and squeezed. "You want that blowjob now, for,
like forty? I'll do your balls and everything, floss my teeth with your dick hair if you want,
and you can come in my mouth and I'll even swallow. Some guys like me to play with it
in my mouth or half-swallow and snort it out my nose. I can do that, too, no shit. Come in
my face, come in my hair, come on my tits, come on my feet, whatever you want. Shit,
man, there was this one guy used to pick me up in Utica who'd come in my ear! No shit!"
Though these variations on a theme didn't interest Melvin, the distractions collapsed on
his focus. An offer for oral sex, something he'd never experienced in his life, he'd only
dreamed about. And for only forty dollars! That would definitely refurbish some of his
spoiled mood. But then a question itched, a technical ponder so to speak. Melvin wanted
to lose his male virginity like about as bad as the Japanese wanted to lose the U.S.
Marines on Iwo Jima, but...would oral sex facilitate that? Would that count? Or could he
only truly be deprived of the humiliating tag of male virginity by intercourse?
"What about coitus?" he asked perkily.
"Huh?"
"Intercourse you know?"
Her eyebrows shot up. "Oh, you mean you wanna fuck? Fuck yeah, man, you can fuck the
shit out of me for...fifty dollars? Or maybe even...sixty!"
"Oh, let's do that!" Melvin said. He gave her a $100 bill.
She skimmed off her top in a flash, giddy. "You rock, man! Shit, I'll fuck your balls out
your dick-hole! And you can take all the time you want. And since you gave me so much
extra you can even ass-fuck me!"
Melvin squinted at the prospect. "Well, er, no, I think standard intercourse will be
sufficient, but I'm grateful for the offer."
She laughed, hitching her shorts down. "You talk funny, man, but that's cool. Shit, pull
off somewhere in this cornfield."
Melvin's penis felt more erect than it ever had in his life; it burgeoned in his pants.
The HUM-V lumbered off the shoulder and cut into a service road lined densely with
man-tall rows of corn stalks. Shade swallowed them it was perfect. We're being cradled
by the hands of the world! Melvin thought. Hidden, within the delicate cusp of nature, our
natural desires summoning us together for this natural act!
That's how Melvin chose to think of it, though they were actually just a john and a crack-
whore about to fuck in a cornfield, a first-degree misdemeanor in most states.
Melvin's excitement infused him with a woozy ethereal euphoria. Squirrelly's shorts were
on the floor now; she lay back smudged and nude on the Hummer's big burgundy-leather
bench seat, opening her legs as nonchalantly as someone opening a newspaper. Truly, her
skin was the color of cooked egg whites. One leg draped over the seat-back, flip-flop
hanging off a skinny foot; her breasts all but disappeared in this position, the chewed-
jerky nipples puckered up like garden slugs sprinkled with salt. And as for the nexus of
her womanhood...
Several images might have occurred to Melvin: a woodchuck with an ax-mark in the
middle, ground pork in a nest of steel wool, raw chicken livers squeezed through a hairy
armpit, stacked corned beef. But to Melvin, this catastrophic mess of a vagina was a
visual siren-song, a beautiful, blooming orchid of love.
Squirrelly was so skinny that her pubic bone made a tent of the matt of hair, a steeple.
Scarier was the suggestion of what existed beneath the hair, an explicit lippy groove of
brown-pink meat. Anyone else would be assailed by the most horrendous question of all:
How many dirty penises had ventured into this reproductive maw? Hundreds?
Thousands? And what volume of semen had been emptied into it? Quarts? Gallons?
Yet such ungainly and indecorous notions did not occur to Melvin in the least. He was
about to make love for the first time in his life.
Squirrelly's hands reached out, beckoning him. "Come on, baby! Stick it in and give it to
me!"
I'm about to lose my virginity! Melvin thought in near-delirium.
He'd barely gotten his shorts down before he ejaculated prematurely. The orgasm was so
prompt that he didn't even feel it.
"Oh, no!" he quailed.
Squirrelly leaned up, brushing some greasy tresses off her brow. "What? You came? Shit,
man, you didn't even get near me! You didn't even make it out of your seat!"
Melvin slumped, disgraced, a useless loop of sperm laying like a garland in his pubic
hair. "Damn it." What a ripoff! He could've cried.
Squirrelly had her scant clothing back on before Melvin could even get his shorts back up
over his dead dick.
"Fuck, man, you come faster than any guy I've been with," Squirrelly calmly informed
him. "Have you ever been laid?"
"Of course! Lots of times!"
She popped a brow. "Well, fuck, look, man, since you paid me so much, I'll give you a
second chance later." She scratched her crotch again, and shimmied.
"Thanks."
Disappointment and embarrassment radiated off of Melvin's head like the heat from a
fever as he got back on the road.
"Don't feel bad, man," Squirrelly tried to console. "There was this one guy used to pick
me up in Binghamton he couldn't come at all unless he was looking at a picture of
Sinatra! No shit!"
Melvin didn't feel much better from the information. There it is, he thought with relief.
The sign loomed: HERBSTER SHOPPING CENTER. I need a bottle of Snapple bad.
The strip mall front lot was empty for its entire length but the end seemed to be crowded
with over a dozen motorcycles. Then he noticed that the last storefront on the end was
actually a tavern. CROSSROADS glowed the dull neon sign.
"Oh, fuck, man," Squirrelly said quickly. "Pull around the side and drop me off. I don't
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