The nigger came up, grinning. And his cock head was out, like a plum pushing out from a black hose. He jammed it into her scream, between her beating hands.

Hogg lunged—I could see the nigger’s teeth marks like three semicircles of red ants on the pale skin near her pussy hair—against her, was in her, one knee on the couch, one over the edge, his boot pulling up the rug, his bare foot wedged between cushions.

The wop, half crouched, grinned and took little breaths. His greasy thumb, across the knife hilt, creased on the blade so deep I waited for blood to roll down his finger.

The wop lowered the knife against his crotch—he glanced down—and, hooking his bell-ringer with the blade-point, moved his hard-on side to side with the knife, hilt wedged back in his groin.

On the couch, Hogg, the nigger, and the woman grunted.

There was grunting behind me, too. I turned.

The man, tied to the chair with the extension cord, was moving his head. But he wasn’t really conscious.

Denny had the little redhead across his father’s knees, pants down around his shins, fucking him. The kid was holding on best he could. He’d gripped his father’s pants leg in his teeth, and grimaced every time Denny pushed. Spit darkened the cloth around his mouth the same way piss had darkened Hogg’s pants: though not as big a stain.

I went over to watch as Denny finished. He stood up, panting.

The boy lay there. Once he tightened his buttocks, moaned, relaxed them again and felt his own ass.

“Come on,” Denny said to me.

He ran his fist up his thick cock—it was still hard. There was a ring of wet brown around the rim of his thumb and forefinger when his fist came off. He began to suck it away, turning toward the living room door. He took his thumb out of his mouth. “Come on, I wanna find something.…”

His hand, glistening with spit along the skin beside his thumb, went back to his cock, flexing absently. We went down the hall.

In the kitchen, the table was covered with dirty dishes. On a platter, grease had dried around what was left of the meat. A crack in the waxy gray went down to gravy.