"Oh Jesus, look a' that one!" Chubby gawked.

"Hey, Miss! Hey, Miss!" Tommy yelled out the car window. All six of them turned their heads.

"You need a ride?" Chubby leaned out his side.

They kept walking.

"Jesus Christ, look a' that one." Tommy pointed to the tallest one, who had a skirt up to her crotch. "I'd eat a mile a shit if it led to her asshole."

The girls piled into a Mustang twenty feet in front of Tommy's car. When the tall one bent over to crawl into the back, her skirt hiked up, flashing flowered panties in Tommy and Chubby's direction. Chubby grabbed Tommy's arm. Tommy flicked his brights on and off. One of the girls shot them the finger as the Mustang backed out onto Central Avenue. Chubby jumped from the car, whipped out his cock and started running after them, yelling and laughing.

"Looks like a prick, only smaller!" one of the girls shouted out the window as the driver shifted into forward, burning rubber.

Chubby stood on the shoulder of the road wiggling his dick in the wind, laughing and shouting. More kids left the 88 Club. Tommy started the car, drove to Chubby and pulled him inside.

"Oh, Tommy, that one likes me!" Chubby was out of breath. "Le's follow 'em!"

"Nah, c'mon, they're kids." Tommy pulled onto the road.

Chubby tried to catch his breath.

"You wanna get pneumonia?" Tommy asked.

"Hah?"

Tommy looked over at Chubby's crotch. Chubby looked down. His dick was still hanging out.

"Shee!" Chubby arched himself, lifting his ass out of the seat, and shoved his dick back in. "That's a nice place there, that 88 Club." Chubby zipped up his fly.

"Too young," Tommy said. "That's for Stony, not us."

"Stony," Chubby chuckled. "He gettin' any a this?" he asked, making a loose fist and shaking it like he was going to roll dice.

"What, a' you kiddin'?" Tommy laughed. "He got that hot little girlfriend a his."

"That little blonde with the big tits?"

"Cheri," Tommy said.

"I wouldn't mind a piece a that myself," Chubby said.

"Hey, don' tell Stony that, he'll tear ya heart out."

"He got it bad, hah?" Chubby lit a cigarette.

"I think she cheats on him too." They passed an open diner. "You hungry?"

"Nah. So she's a little tramp, hah?" Chubby nodded sadly. "Poor fuckin' Stony. I love that kid. He deserves the best."

Tommy cruised through a red light on the deserted road, and turned left up a hill into an expensive residential section. "Every time I go through here," Tommy said, maneuvering the car on narrow winding curves and peering at the darkened brick and stone mansions, "every time I go through here I feel like a fuckin' kid, you know? I feel like sayin'...when I grow up this is where I'm gonna live... an' then I remember I'm fuckin' forty-five an' I ain't never gonna live here. I live in fuckin' Co-op City an' that's straight life." He stopped the car in front of a fortresslike house with a widow's walk and lead castings on octagonal windows. "Here, this is my fuckin' favorite." Tommy winced. "I would give anything to live here."