I lay there, getting fucked, and watching Red’s hand working inside his pants. I kept on hoping he would pull it out and shuck on it like Rufus was doing; I wanted to see if he had freckles on his cock too.

“Come on, Red,” the policeman said again, still grunting, still humping, but a little whiny. “You and Rufus get away from me, now. I just wanna get my rocks off in this kid’s—”

A woman screamed.

It was out on the docks, but I couldn’t tell how far down.

The scream ended up funny, twisted off like a piece of metal.

“Jesus!” The policeman stopped humping.

A man shouted; only the shout was cut off by a shot. Then two more shots, right after.

The woman screamed again—well, it wasn’t a scream, now: just a sound that was loud enough to hear this far in.

“Holy shit!” The policeman’s dick came out of my ass as he pushed back to his knees.

My ass stung.

“What the fuck—!” He stood up, almost falling, pushing at his cock, half hard and still shitty, but thick and white under it as a parsnip. The flashlight in the leaves leaned so that you could see it, clear back into his fly. “What’s goin’ on out there—”

Rufus, still squatting, looked up. “Ain’t you gonna finish him off, Whitey?”

Red, looking down, said, “That’s an awful sweet hole to let hang around empty.”

Whitey’s zipper stuck the first time he tried to pull it up—“Fuck—!” Then it came free. He swiped up the flashlight, took about three steps, then looked back: the light swept across us. “Look, you two better leave that—” Then I guess he changed his mind. He just shook his head, and crashed on off through the brush. In the leaves the light flittered away.

Rufus’s chuckle swelled up again in the dark, and this time broke out to full laughter.

“Goddamn,” Red said, laughing too. “Goddamn, nigger! Ain’t that Whitey a bitch!”

I heard Rufus stand up. “What you suppose that shootin’ was?”

“I don’t know,” Red said.

I thought Red was going to stand up too, so I rolled over and put my hand on his foot. Red said: “I guess we could finish up on the little cocksucker, then go take a look.”

“Hell.” Rufus took a couple of steps off; looking up, I could see him trying to see out over the bushes. “He done got a taste of what we can give ’im. He want some more, he get tired of Big Sambo, he can always come on down to the scow and get him some good stuff. He know where we anchored.”