Jimmy stood at the door just looking. For a long time. “Oh shit …” he whispered at last. You could hear the grin. He turned back. With his teeth, that grin looked pretty weird. A bulge angled the thigh of his jeans. He moved his knobby fingers to it. His nails were long and dirty. “Now ain’t this shit just somethin’ else! You guys must be up from Mr. Jonas …?” He frowned. “Yeah …? Oh, shit …” He worked his thumb into the top of his fly and got the zipper down that way. (I could see the pull tag had come off.) He walked back toward us, a long, knock-kneed man, trying to go bowlegged.

He squatted down beside us and the girl.

“Oh, Jimmy …” I guess it was because at least she knew him, but she threw her arms around his shoulders and began to sob against his chest.

He had one hand around her back. With the other, he was fooling with his belt. “Aw, there now. I’m gonna take good care of you. Good care of you, pretty honey!” Over the top of her head he looked at me and Denny and winked.

The floorboards had left red lines slanting her back.

The hand Jimmy was pulling loose his belt-buckle with came out, went round her, and pointed to her buttocks—then he lost his balance a little and caught himself on the floor with his knuckles. But Denny, kneeling behind her, got the idea.

Denny wedged both hands under her ass and lifted.

She came up squealing, “Oh, Jimmy …!” Really. She tried to fight him then, but he had his arms around her tight. So she could just scratch and punch at his sides and throw her head around.

Denny still hadn’t lost his hard. He tried to wedge it into her asshole. But he couldn’t get it in, till Jimmy turned loose with one hand—she was twisting Jimmy’s shirt now, but maybe she had some of Jimmy in it too, because he grunted once and yanked back—spit on his palm, then reached down to fist Denny’s cock.

Denny slid in, clutched her back.

“Ohhhhhhh …!” just became sobbing; she clutched Jimmy’s plaid shoulders. Her fingers would open suddenly, quiver, then clutch again.

They wrestled her around. She was too scared to fight much now. While I was holding her, once my arm just brushed her face. She jerked her head away, and got one hand loose and grabbed her jaw. Maybe she’d bit the inside of her cheek.

When I do that, sometimes, it hurts so much I want to cry.

Denny, pumping in her, got her on her back on top of him. She tried to pull his fingers from her breast. Once I guess she figured she could get him by raising her head and banging it back on his face. The first time she glanced off the side of his jaw.

“Gaaaaa …” Denny grunted.