“What about you, Dago?”

“Sure, Hogg.” The wop laughed. “My sore old pecker’s just waitin’ for some nice pussy to whittle on.”

“Way you do,” Denny said. “it’s gonna be too sore to do anything with, you dumb guinea! If you just jerked it like me—”

“The sorer it gets, the stiffer it stays,” the wop said. “You talk about me, you gonna wear yours down to a nubbin, scumbag! Yeah, Hogg, I’m into anything you are. Maybe we can make a little trade though? You guys can give me some of your time and we can go have a party with my old lady.”

“That’s right,” the nigger said. “You was talkin’ about gettin’ married a couple of days back.” He laughed. “So you actually went and got yourself hooked up? Well, now, I’m downright surprised.”

“Sure did,” the wop said. “Legal and all, too. In a church. We been married nearly a week. She’s a pretty little blue-eyed thing. Sweetest piece of pussy you ever seen walkin’ around on two legs. Ain’t hardly twenty. Man, I had to beat the shitheads off to get her. You guys would really like it up there in that sweet cunt.”

“You ever catch anybody fuckin’ with her?” Denny asked.

“Shit.” The wop’s shoes moved on the concrete. “Day after we got all officially hitched, I was out drinkin’, right down here at Ray’s place. I come in half looped and she had this motherfuckin’ spic grocery boy, about as old as you, Denny, down on his knees in front of the couch just a-eatin’ out her box. Just a-eatin’ and a-beatin’.”

Hogg laughed and pushed his fingers deeper, rubbing my teeth. “What’d you do?”

“Well, I just coughed and said, ‘Boy, you better be able to keep that up long enough to stick it up my wife’s pussy, ’cause I got a few ideas.’ Little bastard was scared to death. She was too. But he got to fuckin’ her. And I just slipped his pants down over his little brown butt, spit on my old sore cock—when he seen my bell ringer, he was real impressed—and jammed him up the ass with it. Took it almost good as you do, Denny—”

“Shit …” Denny drawled.

“—then I fucked on her a little, too. Made him suck me off. Peed on ’em. Made him ring my bell some. Oh, man, you guys gotta come down and try her out. She just see a dick and she gets all drippy. She got some good eatin’ pussy, too.”

Hogg said: “You ain’t payin’ us, wop. Pussy is money work.”

“Shit!” the wop said. “You some kind of a dirty bastard.”

Hogg laughed. “You guys like money, don’t you?”

“I like pussy—” the nigger chuckled—“long as it fights back a little.”