I got him in a soft spot, there. Indian porn Angel is on a rampage. He’s eyeing me with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. I laugh so hard, people from the other tables look over to see what all the fun is about. He resists the reflex of scraping it off with his teeth. She rebukes me like she was my wife, and now she’s teasing me again. Then I got a little treat for you. ‘It does, huh? You’re right, I fucked up. To have worked so hard at getting to this point, to have come so far, only to cramp up at the crucial moment? I find one that is crusted on the outside, but has a green slimy ball of snot attached to it where the air hasn’t been able to dry it out. You’re not to spit it out and you’re not to ask. And those tits, man she’s loaded like a cow. Spray him with my urine, stuff him with my shit. ‘Well, what’s your fucking favourite fantasy?’
‘Uhm, well, you know, the usual stuff.’
‘The usual stuff? ‘You all right, dear?’
He’s still panting, but nods his head. We can have a nightcap here.’
‘I got a cosy place. ‘Done. Do you like fat asses? ‘What did I do wrong?’
‘You don’t get it, do you?’
‘No, I don’t.
