chapter 37:

interlude 2

chapter 38:

the party (iii)

(the sermon on the mountain)

“Thou shalt not commit adultery—until you’re an adult.  Thou shalt not kill—unless the son-of-a-bitch deserves it.  Love your neighbor every chance you get.”  said Jesús, standing, swaying drunkenly, in front of the others.  “That’s all the commandments you need to know.”

Joey and Rusty sat together in the same big chair, paying no attention to Jesús, perhaps asleep.  Junior seemed to sleep in the other big chair.  Cowboy sat nodding in front of the television set, drifting in and out of sleep.

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall make peace.” said Jesús.  “Blessed are they who hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall see God.  No, that’s not right.  How does it go again?”

Jesús reached into his left breast pocket and pulled out the tattered, shattered, stabbed-through-the-heart New Testament bible.  Quickly he found his place and began to read aloud.  “Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.  Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.  Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.  Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.”

In his mind and imagination, Jesus sees the multitudes gathered in front of him seeking his blessing.  He sees their robes and their flocks of sheep and goats.  He feels the softness of his own pure white robe.  And the purity of his own body, without stain or sin.  He feels the heat of the desert sun as he preaches the word of God the Father.  His Father.  He multiplies the loaves and fishes.  He turns the water into wine.  And the world is a good place.  A fair place.  A place without stain or sin, just as he is.  Paradise.  Heaven on Earth.

“Yeah, that’s it, “be filled”.  And now it really starts to get good.”

Jesús continued reading.  “Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.  Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.”

“Yeah, I’d like to see God.  I got a thing or two to talk with him about.  Can I get an AMEN?” said Jesús, looking out at Joey and Rusty, snuggled together in their chair, Junior asleep in the other chair, and Cowboy in front of the television set.

Jesús could not tell if Cowboy was asleep or awake.  No one said AMEN.  Jesús read further.  “Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.  Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness’ sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”

“That’s it.” said Jesús.  “That’s all of them.  But then they say, ‘O Lord, can you teach us how to pray.’ And he says the Lord’s Prayer.”

Jesús paused a moment, then began.  “Our Father… which art in Heaven…” but he stopped.

After a minute, he began again.  “O God, who is part of us and we are part of you.  Holy is our name, we are one.  We are the kingdom, the power, and the glory.  Forever and ever.  Amen.” said Jesús.  “That’s how it ought to be.  We don’t need all those parts in the middle.”

Jesús looked up, but there was no comment from the congregation.

After another moment he continued, no longer looking at the others in the room, but rather talking to himself.  “The difference between the best of us and the worst of us is that much.” said Jesús, holding his finger and thumb together.  “The hero of the New Testament isn’t Jesus, although he is the son of God and the star of the show.  It’s Judas.  Jesus can’t become Christ until Judas betrays him.  It’s like that old saying “I think, therefore I am.” which the chaplain said is really, “I doubt, therefore I think, therefore I am.”  So it’s not “Jesus therefore Christ.”  It’s really “Judas, therefore Jesus, therefore Christ.  — That’s what I learned in the Bible class.  That’s what the chaplain taught us.  And that’s what this little Bible says.”

 “Everything happens for a reason.” said Jesús.  “And everybody is here for a reason.  The evil that a man does dies with him, but the good that a man does lives long after he is gone.”

Jesús sat down among his pillows.  “AMEN.” he said at last, laying over on the pillows on his side.

But Joey and Rusty, and Junior and Cowboy were all asleep.

And the television droned softly in the background.

chapter 39:

the lovers

Jim cracked the door of his hotel room, without removing the chain, in answer to a light knock.  “The Preacher says you’d like some company.” said a female voice.

“Yes.”

“I’m Rita.”

Jim closed the door and unhooked the chain, then opened it again, but only wide enough for the woman to enter sideways.

“Jim.” said the salesman.

“What’s the matter, Jim?  You nervous?”

“What?”

“The chain and all.  Are you nervous?”

Jim laughed.  “A little, I guess.”

“Why?  — You done it before, haven’t you?” said Rita, smiling, looking around the suite.

“Yes.” said Jim, forcing himself to smile.  “It was just the phoning and everything.  Kind of nerve-racking, you know?”

“That’s the way it’s done here in the big City, honey.”

“I see.” said Jim, beginning to unbuckle his belt.

“Just a minute.” said Rita, reaching out to push his hands down to his sides.  “We got things to talk over first.  You got anything to drink?”

“Got a half bottle of bourbon.”

“Sounds nice.  Why don’t you fix us a drink?” said Rita, walking farther into the room, sitting down on the edge of a chair.  “And while you’re doing that, could you let me look at some identification?”

“Identification?  Why?”

“Just to be careful.  Just to be on the safe side.”

“Okay.  I guess so.” said Jim, reaching for his wallet, taking a card from it.  “This is my driver’s license.  That good enough?”

Rita accepted the card handed to her, and began to study it intently.  Jim walked through one of the bedrooms to the bathroom and prepared two glasses of bourbon and ice.  When Jim left the room, Rita stood and paced to the window, pretending to study the driver’s license, but actually studying the contents of the bedroom and sitting room, looking for anything small and valuable that she could hock or sell.  As Jim reentered the sitting room, Rita returned to the edge of the chair and sat down again.

“Thank you.” said Rita, accepting a glass of bourbon.

Jim nodded and sat down in another chair near her.

“Where do you work, Jim?”

“I’m a salesman.  Just passing through town.  I’m not from around here.”

“You got something that says where you work on it?  Some kind of work I.D.?”

“Well, no.  I had one, but all the customers know me now, so I just threw it away.  I thought I wouldn’t need it anymore.”

“You don’t have anything with your name and work on it?”

“I’ve got business cards.”

“Anyone can have a business card printed up, Jim.”

“I don’t understand.  What do you need all this stuff for?”

“You don’t know?”

Jim shook his head.

The girl smiled.  “Are you a police officer, Jim?” she asked.

“No.  – No.  Of course not.  – Oh, I see.  No, I’m not a police officer, Rita.”

“What other identification do you have, Jim?”

“I thought all I had to say was I wasn’t a cop.  They can’t say they’re not cops, can they?”

“They’re not supposed to.  – But… it’s called entrapment, and they’re not supposed to do it.  But sometimes a guy will say he’s not a cop and then, ten minutes later, he’s arresting you.”

Jim nodded sympathetically.

He reached for his wallet again, and shuffled through his cards.  “I got credit cards.”

“We don’t take credit cards.  – It’s got to be something with your name on it and the address where you live.”

“Social security card?  Draft card?  But they don’t have my address.”

“Those can be faked.”

Jim began to look through his wallet again.  “I didn’t know.  I never thought that…”

“Here.  Let me look.” said Rita, taking the cards and wallet from his hands, looking through them.

“I never thought it would be this much trouble.” said Jim, taking a long drink from his glass of bourbon.

“I have to be careful.” said Rita, counting the exact amount of money the wallet contains.

Jim nodded.  “I guess so.”

“What’s this?” asked Rita, holding up a worn, tattered brown card.

“My library card.” said Jim.  “But it’s expired.  I almost threw it away, too, but I thought maybe it would be easier to get a new one if you turned the old one back in.”

Rita handed back wallet and cards, smiling.  “It’s got the same address on it as your driver’s license.”

“Yes, it does.  I think…say, is that good enough?”

“I guess.  I mean who would fake a library card, you know?”

Jim smiled, putting his wallet away.  “Honest.  I’m not a cop.  I won’t hurt you.  I swear.”

“I believe you, Jim.” said Rita.

There was a silence.  The man and woman drank their drinks.

“What do you want to do?” said Rita.

“You know…sex.”

“What kind of sex?”

“Just sex.  Ordinary sex.”

“How much do you want to pay?”

“Whatever the price is.  How much does it cost?”

“You name a price.  What do you usually pay?”

“Well, I don’t know…hell, thirty dollars.”

“I usually get forty.”

“All right then, forty it is.  I’ll pay you whatever you usually get.”

Rita nodded, surprised at the lack of further haggling.  She stood and walked to the bathroom.  “You get undressed.” she said.  “I got to go to the bathroom for a minute.”

After Rita left the sitting room, Jim stood and unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor.  He undressed completely, scattering his clothes around the sitting room and bedroom, draping them on furniture and over doors.  He lay down on the bed stiffly and tried to relax.  Jim waited for a long time, unable to get comfortable, contemplating the situation.  Finally, Rita came out of the bathroom, still dressed.  Jim stood and walked to her, naked.  He put his arms around her.  “You got the forty?” she asked.

Jim frowned.  “It’s in my wallet.  Do you have to have it now?”

“Yes.”

Jim found his pants where he dropped them and reached into the back pocket for his wallet.  He paid the woman with two twenties.  “Is that correct?” he asked.

Rita nodded, laughing.  “Let me put your wallet out of the way somewhere.” she said.  “Where it will be safe.’

Jim handed Rita the wallet, and she carried it to the bedroom dresser and put it down, then walked back to him.  “You’re funny.” she said.  “Are you always so trusting?”

“What?”

“Are you always so nice?  I mean, no argument about the price.  Why didn’t you get your back up and say, ‘Listen, bitch, I never paid forty for a piece of ass in my life.  Thirty is my top price.  That’s it.’”

Rita began to remove her clothes.

“You said forty.  So, forty it is.  That’s the price if you say so.”

“Here.  Help me.” said Rita.  “Unzip me, will you?”

Jim unzipped the back of her tight turtleneck sweater.  At once he noticed bruises and thumb marks on both her shoulders and both sides of her neck.  “What happened to you?” he said.  “Did someone hurt you?  Is that a black eye?  Did Preacher do this to you?”

Rita laughed.  “It’s nothing.  My old man gets mad at me sometimes when he drinks.  But he always says he’s sorry in the morning.”

Jim nodded.  “I understand.  Some men are like that, aren’t they?  But I’m not.  I’d never do that to Monica, no matter what she did.  But I don’t haggle over money.  It’s not polite.”

 “I would have had to take it, if you said thirty dollars was all you’d pay or all you had.” said Rita, talking rapidly now, continuing to undress.  “I mean I came all the way up here.  I was already here.  I couldn’t have backed out unless you said you’d only give me ten or something.”

“I’m a salesman myself.’ said Jim.  “I don’t like it when people argue about the price of something.  The price is the price, period.”

“You’re nice.” said Rita softly, turning to him, naked, taking off her large round glasses.  “Not like some of the other guys.  So nice.  Probably too nice.  But I’ll be nice to you, too.  I’ll be good.  I’ll make it worth forty dollars.”

Rita lay down on the bed on her back, pulling Jim down on top of her.  He kissed her, and although she closed her lips to keep his tongue out of her mouth, she responded.  “What’s the matter?” asked Jim.

“I can see everywhere except inside your mouth.” said Rita.  “Can’t see if there are any sores in there or not.  I’m just protecting myself.  I don’t need to be out of work for a month.”

Jim laughed.  “I don’t have venereal disease.” he said quickly.  “Unless my wife gave it to me.”

“You’d be surprised.” said Rita.  “It happens.”

Jim laughed again.  His hand stroked her stomach tenderly.  He moved his mouth down her neck to her shoulder, kissing her skin softly.  He licked first one nipple, then the other, gently, touching her softly with his fingers.”

Suddenly she laughed and pushed his head against her breast.  “So gentle, too.  Go ahead, suck on it.  Suck on it hard.  Don’t be afraid.  You can’t hurt me.  Bite on it.  You won’t hurt me.  I love it.  – You can’t hurt me like that.  Not by just sucking on me.”

Prodded by her hands and fingernails Jim responded to her urging, and sucked and bit and pulled with his lips and teeth on her breasts and shoulders and stomach, burying his face in her flesh.  “Come on.” she urged, challenging him.  “Bite on it.  Chomp down, boy.  You may not get anything this good ever again.”

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

“Maybe I just don’t turn you on.  That could be it.  Some girls just don’t turn some guys on.”

Jim lay silently on the bed, naked, his face turned away from her.  Rita rested her head on her hand, leaning on her elbow, her other hand extended toward Jim across the bed.  “We could wait a little while.  Sleep a little.” she said softly.  “You know, lay here and rest and try again later.”

Rita lay her head back down on the pillow.

“No.” said Jim, without turning.

“What?”

“I said ‘NO’.  Go away.  Go home.  Don’t you understand anything?”

“I tried to help you.” said Rita.  “That’s more than I would have done for most guys.”

“Get out.  Go home.” said Jim, still not turning.

“You rest a while.  Sleep for an hour.  Then if you want me to go, I’ll go.  – I don’t mind.  Maybe we can try again in an hour.”

“Goddammit.” said Jim, finally turning toward her.  “I said ‘GET OUT’.”

Rita was startled.  Jim turned back to the wall.

“Okay.  I’ll leave.” she said, getting up, starting to dress.  “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.  I tried to help you.”

“It’s not your fault.” said Jim to the wall.

Rita finished dressing in silence.

“I could stay until morning.” she said finally.  “I can sleep just as well here as I could at home.  Really, Jim, I don’t mind.”

Jim turned again, suddenly, screaming.  “Goddammit, will you get the fuck out of here, you goddamn slut whore bitch.”

Rita was stunned, but recovered quickly.  Jim turned back to the wall.

“Okay, okay, I’m going.” said Rita.

She turned and picked up Jim’s wallet from the dresser, taking the money from it and the expired library card, putting it in her purse.  She walked out of the bedroom.  “So long, lover.” she said sweetly, forcing herself to laugh, slamming the front door of the living room as she stomped out.

chapter 40:

the party (iv)

In the bathroom Junior lay on his stomach over the rim of the bathtub, a pool of vomit under his chin.  Joey and Rusty had positioned him so that he would not drown in his own vomit.  In the bedroom, Joey and Rusty were conferring on the bed near the bathroom, arguing heatedly, but quietly.  The blind Cowboy stood up from his soft chair in front of the television set and moved toward Jesús, who sat with his eyes closed among the four pillows from the second bedroom thrown against the window wall in front of the balcony.

Suddenly, Jesús startled from his trance.  “Hey, what the fuck are you doing, old man?”

The Cowboy had squatted in the corner, near Jesús, urinating on the floor.  Jesús stood and grabbed the old man, but the Cowboy did not stop urinating.  Jesús released the man disgustedly, pushing him to the floor, and turned to Joey and Rusty in the bedroom.  “What the fuck are you two up to in there?” he said.  “How come you aren’t watching this old bastard who’s trying to piss up the whole fucking living room?”

Jesús walked over to the two men in the bedroom.  Rusty looked up at him, his eyes narrowed and out of focus.  “You can fuck him, too.” Rusty said to Jesús.  “That’s fair.  He’ll be good.  And he’ll never know.  He’s too drunk.  – And besides he starts working for Leon over behind the Block tomorrow.  Leon will fuck him tomorrow anyway.  So it’s not like we’re doing anything that won’t happen later.”

Jesús looked at Rusty disgustedly.  “Who.  The boy?” he asked.  “How do you know he’s going to work for Leon?”

“He told us before you got here.” said Rusty, jerking a thumb toward the bathroom.  “You can go first.”

Jesús was astonished, then very angry.  “I used to work for Leon over behind the Block.” he said heatedly.  “Did you know that?  When I was that boy’s age and Rita was pregnant.  But I never told anybody.  Not even Rita.  She doesn’t even know.  Now I told you.  Now you know.”

“I knowed.” said Joey.

“I won’t have any part in it.” said Jesús firmly, looking around the room, trying to find the boy.  “And neither will you.  I invited the kid here, and I won’t let you do anything to him.”

“Why did you invite him then?” said Rusty.  “If not for that.”

“I invited him here to celebrate my farewell party.” said Jesús.  “Don’t you understand?  Can’t you see?  I invited all of you here to get drunk because I’m going away.  But nobody’s going to do anything to that boy while I’m still here.”

“Why?” asked Joey.

Jesús looked at Joey, surprised.  “Not you, too.  I expect this kind of shit out of Rusty—he thinks with his dick half the time. But not you.”

“Why you going to away again?” asked Joey.

“Just …  Well, no reason really.  I came back to nothing.  Rita doesn’t want me anymore.”

“Sure, she does.  She just mad cause you went away for too long.”

“I don’t know, Joey.  I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

“You can go first.” repeated Rusty.  Then me.  Then Joey.”

 “Goddammit, Rusty, I said NO.  Don’t you understand NO?” said Jesús, pushing him away.  “What do you think we’re going to do?  All of us fuck that little boy, and then we all get up and leave?  Is that the way we do things?  Is that why I invited the kid, to do that to him?”

“If we do it, then that’s why you invited him.  If we don’t do it, then you invited him for some other reason.  And Leon’s going to do it to him tomorrow anyway.  There’s a party at noon.  They’re going to do him then.  He told us.  – Why…what…who do you think he is?”

 “Stop saying that name.  If you say Leon one more time, I’m going to hurt you.” said Jesús, pushing Rusty away again.  “Who are you?  What am I?  What are we?”

“There‘s only one rule, Jesus.” said Rusty.  “You always said so before.  Only one rule.  If you can get it, take it.  That’s the rule.  You always said so before.  What’s different now?”

Jesús shook his head.  “That was before.  I know better now.  I’m changing.  I’m learning.  I haven’t changed yet, but I’m changing.”

“The kid’s going to be out in the street tomorrow selling what we can get tonight for free.  What’s different, Jesús?” said Rusty.

 “Pimp bastard.” said Jesús.  “That pimp bastard, Leon.”

Rusty stood and walked to the bathroom.

“Where the hell are you going?” said Jesús.

“To piss.” said Rusty.  “Unless you want me to piss in the corner like Cowboy.”

“Don’t you touch that kid.  – And don’t close the door either.”  said Jesús.  “I want to be able to hear every move you make.”

Jesús listened intently until he heard the sound of urination.

“Why?” asked Joey.  “Why you gots to go to away again?”

“It’s just not right.” said Jesús, unable to address the question.  “That’s all I know.”

Joey looked at Jesús, but said nothing.

Jesús whispered, changing the subject.  “It‘s not like you’re fucking some old drunk bitch for a dollar.  This is just a little boy.”

“I know.” said Joey, crying softly.

“Goddammit, Rusty, what’s taking you so long in there?”

Rusty did not answer.

“Don’t worry, Jesus.  Everything’s going to be all right.  I wasn’t going to let him touch the boy.  He’s just mad at you.  He’s going to stay in there a few minutes till he ain’t mad with you no more.”

In the bathroom, Rusty had moved the boy from the bathtub to the commode, and pulled his jeans and underwear down from his buttocks.  He stuck his hands under the running water of the faucet in the sink and lathered his hands and fingers vigorously with soap.  Quickly he stepped back into the bedroom.  “Can’t a man wash his hands in peace?” he asked.

Jesús looked at him, but did not speak.

“See, Jesus.” said Joey.  “Everything’s all right.  Just like I told you it was.”

Rusty stepped back into the bathroom and knelt behind the boy, probing his anus with soapy fingers, lathering him up.  Suddenly the boy moaned, struggling to come back to consciousness.

“What the fuck are you doing in there, Rusty?” yelled Jesús.

There was no response.

Jesús jumped off the bed and got to his feet, pushing Joey aside, running to the bathroom.  “Goddamn you.” he said, grabbing Rusty by the back of the neck, dragging him to his feet.

The boy, unconscious, did not stir.

“I was just trying to see if the boy was all right.” said Rusty, refusing to turn around.  “Sometimes people need to spit up, and they die from not being able to spit up.”

“Bullshit.  Why’d you take his pants down?  — I told you nobody was going to do it, and I meant it.” said Jesús.

Jesús jerked Rusty out of the bathroom and threw him to the floor of the bedroom near the door, kicking at his face and exposed genitals.  Rusty cowered against the door, rolling away from Jesús’s foot, turning his back to Jesús, trying to protect himself as he put his penis back into his pants.  Unable to hurt Rusty, Jesús stopped kicking him.  But he picked up the light globe and began to wave it threateningly at Rusty.

 “You stupid shit.  I said NO, didn’t I?” said Jesús, smashing the globe against the wall.

Meanwhile, Joey entered the bathroom and stood looking down at the boy.  He leaned down and rubbed his hand gently on the boy’s bare backside as if comforting him.  Jesús reentered the bathroom and pulled Joey away, too, but not as violently as he had done Rusty.  “Listen.” said Jesús, calming down, talking softly, but his voice full of menace.  “Why don’t you guys go somewhere and fuck each other, if you’re so hot to fuck something.”

Joey and Rusty are silent.  Rusty stood behind Joey, protecting himself with Joey’s body. 

“Get out of here.  Both of you.  And take this pissing old Cowboy bastard with you.”

Jesús walked into the living room and pulled the blind Cowboy, apparently asleep again, from the soft chair in front of the television, and hauled him to the front door, following Rusty and Joey.  “Get out, goddammit.” yelled Jesús.  “All of you.  And don’t come back here tonight.  Any of you.  Don’t come back, or I’ll kill you.  Do you hear me?  I’ll kill you all.”

Joey and Rusty cowered in fear of the angry Jesús.  The old men left quietly, and Jesús locked the door of the room behind them and Cowboy.  He walked back through the bedroom to the bathroom and knelt for a moment near the boy, his anger subsiding, smiling sadly.  At once he smelled the stench of vomit and urine and blood, and again he smiled, turning to look at the boy.  He moved the child’s arms to cradle his head, then lifted him up for a moment, listening for and hearing the sound of his muffled, labored breathing, slow and steady.  “You’re going to be okay, kid.” he said, combing the boy’s unruly red hair into place with his hand.  “They was going to do it to you for sure, but old Jesus stopped them.  You’re going to be okay.”

Jesús moved behind the boy in order to reach his pants and pulled them up.  Quickly he put the boy’s clothes back on and buttoned his jeans.  “It ain’t right.” he said.  “It wouldn’t be right.  But Leon ain’t right neither.  He’ll hurt you in the end, just like he hurt me.  That’s who you should be shooting.  Not Frank—- Leon.  You’re just like the fly.”

Jesús reached for the boy’s coat, checking the pockets, finding the gun and the money.  He looked at the dollar bills hard, finding one much more worn and tattered than the others.  Carefully, without thinking, he folds it into a square, a shape it assumes automatically, with great ease.  Jesús put the money and gun back in the coat and tossed it away from him.  “You’re just like him.” he said, softly, feeling a sharp pain in his stomach and a sudden throbbing in his head.  “You’re just like me.”

In his mind and imagination, Jesús hears the boy say in a voice that sounds like Rita.  “Do it.  Just do it.  It’s what you’ve always wanted to do.  Just do it.”

“Shit.” muttered Jesús.  “Goddammit.  What’s wrong with me?”

The boy moaned a response.  “What?” asked Jesús, startled.

There was no answer, but Jesús reached out and lifted the boy’s head, and asked again.  “What did you say?”

There was still no reply.  Jesús shook the boy slightly, then hugged him to his body hard.  “Say something.  Say it again.” Jesús demanded.

The child moaned softly, and Jesús, desperate to stop the noise, grasped the boy’s throat and squeezed.  The child moaned louder.  Jesús squeezed the boy’s neck with all his strength, between his large hands, until the child no longer made any noises.

Jesús lay up against the boy for a long time.  Finally, he rose and stood over the child.  Stooping low, Jesús lifted the body and stood with it for a moment over the commode.  “Just like the fly.” he thought.

Quickly he turned and carried the boy’s body through the bedroom to the living room to the window wall, and with difficulty, out onto the balcony.  He studied the view for a moment or two, then carried the boy’s body to the side of the balcony and dropped it into the alley below.

Exhausted, Jesús went back into the suite and through the living room and fell onto the bed.  He lay there for a few minutes, trying to think.

‘Saved him.  Just like the fly.  God sent me here tonight to save his life.  Saved him from Leon.  Saved him from behind the Block.  Saved him from my life.’ 

But he was unable to concentrate.  In a few moments, he was asleep.

 

chapter 41: jack

“Hat trick.  Three times in one night. 

What a start.  What a great beginning!

Why didn’t I try to do it before?

Beer.

Pussy.

Beer Pussy.

‘Eight ball in the side pocket.’

Dollar.  Beer.

‘Pay close attention, men.  The exercise this afternoon could save your life in combat.’

‘Remember the key word BRASS.

B.….……… BREATHE.

R…………..RELAX.

A….……….AIM.

S……………SIGHT PICTURE.

Second S…..SQUEEZE.

Remember the key word BRASS.’

‘The only toast we ever drink to up in here, Jack.  TO WOMEN.’

‘To women.’

Woman.

Pussy.

Woman Pussy.

Sissy.  Beer.  Woman.  Pussy.

Cat.  Raincoat girl.

Sissy.  Beer.  Woman.  Pussy.  CAT.

Raincoat swimmer girl.

‘You want pussy. 

Go to church. 

Go down there in the morning. 

Tell them you is going overseas. 

Leaving right away right now. 

You’ll get all the pussy you want.’”