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What was her name again? He looked at the starlet�s face. Lourdes? Mary? Christine? Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dog trot past the open door.
�Ooh, baybeh,� the starlet moaned underneath the lights, �dat�s so good! Ooh, I lab you!�
Jack stared at her face and marveled at the intensity of her feigned passion. He swatted away at the fly again and frowned at the camera.
It was time.
�Are you ready, baby?� he gasped, pulling out. He liked that gasp; it sounded real. Seconds later, he erupted on her face.
�Cat!� Eugene squealed as he rushed onto the bed. �Jack, dat was grit! What filling! What emushon! What��
A fag, Jack thought.
* * *
Gina pushed open the cloth divider that separated Jack and her bed from the rest of the room. She plopped herself down on the mat and groaned. Her back hurt.
It wouldn�t be nice, she told Jack that time they moved in, if the mat were the first thing people saw when they entered the shanty.
�I�m a porn actor, Gina,� Jack had replied, �they�re going to expect that!�
�I don�t care,� she replied, �I won�t have my bed seen by the neighbors!�
�The neighbors are going to drop by my room?�
�Our room, dear.�
�Fine.� The curtains stayed.
Gina got off the mat and walked to the kitchen two feet away. She peered inside a steel pot on the charcoal stove. There, some rice and dried fish gave off an odd smell.
�Yuck,� she said. Fine. I�ll make a new batch of rice. She walked over to the rice dispenser (a luxury, courtesy of Inay) and peered inside. Cobwebs greeted her.
* * *
�What time are you paying me?� he asked Eugene while putting his pants back on. Behind him, a stagehand held a basin as the starlet washed off Jack�s come. Jack looked around for the familiar styrofoam boxes; he saw them tucked away at a corner of the room.
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