And pulled out, fast. He caught his dick and peed in my eyes, first this one, then that one—which he thought was really funny, the way he laughed. And all over my shirt—aimed at the lap of my jeans. His pants were wet down the legs in dark tongues. “You gonna smell sweet, cocksucker!” He leaned back on my face, without even putting it in, just rubbing it around, till I finally caught the spluttering head, sucked it in, and finished drinking.

He still had his hand down fingering his cock. After I’d been nuzzling it and licking his fingers for a half a minute, he said: “Come on.”

I looked up.

“Get up.”

I stood.

He pushed his works back into his wet pants. But he didn’t zip.

The woman had crawled about a yard away. Her face lay on the sidewalk, but her eyes were open. When he turned, she closed them and buried her head in her arm. “I … I can’t walk,” she said, muffled on concrete. “You tore something. I can’t walk.…” Her forearm was scraped bloody, and her bruised cheek was getting dark. “Oh, Jesus …! I can’t walk!” Her hair (among the black roots I could see gray) fell over her ear onto the pavement.

From his cuff, drops spotted the dried mud on his shoe. He laughed—and kicked her stomach, hard. Her crying just got higher and higher, without breaking. Her fist dragged into her belly and she rolled on top of it, making that sound.

Beside the garbage, in the wad of her panties, was something dark, like blood. Or maybe shit.

He relaxed his hands, grinning. His teeth were big and yellow, except up near the gum where they were green. Some teeth on the side were broken. Greasy hair fell down his forehead. He brushed it back—yellow blades of it fell again—and said: “Hey!”

That was to me.

“Come on, I said.” He pushed my shoulder and started me along with him toward the alley head. “Down here.…” He got in front of me, reached a gray-splattered truck cab parked there, bobtail, opened the passenger door and hoisted himself up. He turned around on the seat, looked down at me, holding the door back with his huge, nailgnawed paw. “Open your mouth.” His other hand came down, grabbed my shoulder.

I opened it.

“Keep it wide. Look up here.”

I looked.

With a snuffling roar, his head went back, his lips puckered; his face came forward, and hawked out—

Some of it hit my lip. Some of it went in.

Surprised, I swallowed and pulled back.

He laughed. “No you don’t!” Thumb and forefinger on the back and front of my shoulder went into my t-shirt like crate-tongs. “Climb up here, boy. I think I’m gonna keep you around awhile.” He narrowed his eyes. They were close and green.

I swallowed again and climbed. There’d been some thick stuff in with it.