I looked back as Hogg—the nigger and the wop had her up on the counter, the nigger on her legs, the wop on her arms—dropped on her. Then the wop let go with one hand and pushed the side of his palm into her mouth, right by Hogg’s straining face so that she couldn’t scream anymore; and if she bit, she bit the inside of her own jaw. The scream chomped off; the only sound she made now came out like, “Awwwwww!” but very loud.

Hogg hunched. Hogg grunted. Hogg grinned—you could see it the way the muscles moved on the back of his jaw and neck.

The woman kicked her legs around his side, but the nigger held, grinning at Hogg’s bucking blond ass; Hogg’s pants were halfway down.

The girl, staring at the top of Denny’s twisting head, looked up at me. Denny stretched out now, rubbing himself on her thigh. I reached between his legs to feel his balls, but I couldn’t get under his pants.

“Oh shit …” Denny whispered, nosing between her dish-of-icecream tits. “Look, I’m gonna fuck on her and you can suck my nuts, okay? Then you can fuck on her and I’ll give it to you up the ass so you don’t lose your hard.” He kneeled back from her and said, “Hey, take off your skirt.”

She sort of fumbled with the belt.

“Come on!” Denny yanked it out of her hands; she rocked, grimacing. But, already half open, it came off the rest of the way. Eyes going back and forth between us, she put her thumbs in the waist and worked the stretch band down. That scar was awfully big. It went on over her hip—in fact it looked like part of the hip bone on that side was missing—then under her panties, and out and on down her thigh, halfway to her knee. That thigh was a lot thinner than the other one, too.

“—goddamn it, you tell me what Jimmy’s trying to do! Leave her alone—what that bastard—” The wop hit her this time.

“She got some fight in her!” Hogg said, pushing up on his hands. He was breathing pretty hard. “Maybe we better take her in the back room there.” He yanked her shoulder over, hard enough that the wop, who was holding her arm, got dragged a step around the counter end.

“Why?” the wop asked.