"Fantastic," Stony monotoned. "Let's go."

"You wanna go home?" Butler leaned over the rear of the front seat as he backed out the driveway.

"Let's have a drink. How'd it go for you?"

"Ah, for shit. That black bastard said thirty bucks, right? Well, I get undressed. I'm layin' on the bed nude, right? She takes her clothes off, sits between my legs and whips out a bag. Awright, I prefer bareback, but it's for my protection too, you know? Anyways, so there I am with this ski glove on my cock and she starts jerkin' me off. I'm gettin' nice and hard and I figure she'll jump on when it gets to her likin', but all of a sudden I'm feelin' like if she keeps it up I'm gonna come so I says, 'You better hop on now before you miss the show,' and she says. 'For thirty bucks all you get is a hand job, if you wanna get Laid it's an extra twenty.' " Butler punched Stony on the arm. "Motherfucker! So I said, 'I don't have an extra twenty,' and she says, 'How about your friend? Can you get it from him?' I said, 'Ahh, just finish what you're doin',' an' I came." Butler shrugged. "It was all right."

"Dunsky," Stony laughed.

Butler pulled into a roadside bar with a bright orange "Topless Dancers" sign in the window.

"Butler, please." Stony gestured at the sign. "I just ate."

Butler backed out to the highway. "That didn't happen to you, hah?"

"Are you kiddin'? She was makin' so much noise we had to turn on the radio so the cops wouldn't come in."

Butler shifted into forward.

"I swear I was gonna ask her for thirty bills."

"You know, Stony, if I didn't think you was lyin' through your teeth I'd be jealous."

"I ain't lyin'." Stony shoved his fingers under Butler's nose. Butler sniffed without removing his gaze from the road.

"Smells like hamburger to me." He pulled into Roland's, a nice, quiet, empty bar. "C'mon, I'll treat you to a Dunsky's Delight."