Hogg and the nigger were pretty cheerful.

Denny and the wop looked sort of down.

“Want us to fuck your old lady?” Hogg demanded as he drove. “It’ll cost you twenty bucks apiece, Dago! That’s goddamn fuckin’ cut-rate. Just for you: How you like that?” He let go the wheel, reached over, and pushed the wop’s shoulder.

The nigger laughed. “Twenty bucks?” the nigger demanded. “Maybe for you and me, and the cocksucker, twenty bucks. But you gotta pay Denny at least twenty-five, ’cause he gonna be sore as hell if he do any fuckin’ at all today!” He really laughed at that one.

Denny sat by the door, pretty far forward on the seat, sort of carefully, and with a careful sort of smile.

“Fuck,” the wop said, wedging over beside me. “That’s what guys pay me to let them fuck her. I wouldn’t pay you bastards shit!”