My mouth tastes like the baked sugar apple I had for breakfast, if it had been baked in sour ass. I spit as Essie drags me along.

Did you put a pup in a bog rat’s belly?

You better snatch that pup as soon as it falls out of that dirty cunt.

Test driving the pussy is one thing, buying it’s another?

Did you leave any virgin holes for the rest of us?

Nick’s voice is a loop in my head, whiplashing my brain back and forth, louder than Mr. Frank’s whistle, louder than the rubber-soled sneakers as they begin to pound the track again.

It’s so loud, I can’t...