“Oh shit,” the nigger said. “That little blond bitch gonna get this old pole jammed up her ass. Them pretty little tears gonna make me come all over myself.” (Her tears were streaking her eye make-up, which she must have been in the middle of putting on. One false, black eyelash had come half off; her real lashes under it were pale and thick.) “Get ’em off, bitch! Or I’ll rip ’em off!”

She shook her head, just a little. “No—”

“Yes you will,” Hogg said. “Otherwise, we gonna kill you.”

Her head was still shaking, but she hooked her thumbs in the side of the black material. It slid down. The waist elastic left a pink line. Her pubic hair came over the top of the dark lace. She worked the panties down on her thighs. Some of the hair was stuck together in little blonde points. She was scared and unhappy as hell.

The nigger kicked her in the side. “Roll over!”

She turned, awkwardly.

Her buttocks shook.

“Oh shit …!” The nigger squatted, climbed over her legs

First she screamed, but Hogg got down on her real quick and got the edge of his hand in her mouth, and finally she was just gasping.

“Yeah, honey …” the nigger grunted. “Just shake that shit for me. Hey, she done it this way before! You can tell … the way it gives.”

She looked like she was trying to crawl, or swim on the rug, out from between them both.

The nigger pushed up from her long enough to pull her back by the hips. Hogg got one hand between the nigger’s front and the woman’s ass. “Man,” Hogg said, “I didn’t think you were gonna be able to get all that in. Fuck it, boy!”

The nigger’s ass flexed.

Hogg dropped his chin and squatted down to look. “That black crowbar of his is just pryin’ that pink thing inside out each time he pulls it up,” he said to the wop.

The nigger was yanking at her, now. Finally, holding his arms around her, he rolled away from Hogg, so that he went on to his back, pulling her, on her back, on top of him. His black fingers caged her tits. “Hey,” the nigger grunted somewhere under her hair, “somebody get into this bitch’s cunt.” Each time he flexed under her, her face twisted up like somebody’d smacked her. And she was just gasping now.

Hogg sucked in his bottom lip; it slipped out of his mouth wet.

“This looks like some real good stuff!” He sucked in the top one.

The nigger was still humping underneath; her hips would rise and the blond hair pull apart over the wet pink slice.