It’s two in the morning; I know this not because I wear a watch -— in fact the last time I owned one was back when they made watches with built-in video games and it said Waterproof so I took a dive, then emerged with batman encased in a bubble. And it didn’t fucking work anymore -— 99 cents down the tube, which is a lot when you’re eight with a hunger for candy and arcade games something like how I’ve evolved to crave cancer and sex. Two o’clock, or thereabouts, her parents are asleep now and that’s how I know. I’ve been eagerly awaiting this moment, keeping a hard-on since ten catching a feel of those perky little breasts and her ass when nobody’s looking. Watching TV, reading rotten, playing Tekken; killing time with hormones boiling and now my head hurts from the loss of proper blood circulation. Fuel the penis. Her nipples poke out like a primitive, instinctual smoke signal. She says she’s still sore, but the bleedings stopped. The half-used condom is burning a hole in my pocket; my fingers reek of pussy after I check to see if it’s still there. Earlier I laid on her brother’s bed with my clothes on stretched out lazy and she got on top of me, kissed me all over like in the movies put the red rubber on me and eased it in. Something happened, she started bleeding, it hurt, her parents came home and blah blah fucking blah. Now we’re here again, this beautifully awkward pre-sex phase where the only thing we can do is smile playfully and tease each others junk as we each shed our bothersome artificial skin. It’s summer. Sweaty summer; I haven’t showered or been home for a week; I’m free till the police or my parents find me again. I know that sooner or later the dreams I’ve been having will come true: there will be a knock on the door, I’ll open my crusty eyes to peer through the blinds letting the boiling sunlight sizzle my retinas and I’ll get up wearing only my black cats, the Halloween boxers —- with an erection poking through. Take a peek through the spy-hole, officer Fuck Face will be standing there. She’ll open the door, while I hide in the bathroom, knowing he’ll find me sooner or later. And he’ll tell me to put on some fucking pants. I can feel that it’s gonna be a long ride... She’s wet, one two three fingers go in —- two in the pink one in the stink, a moan; she tugs awkwardly on my dick like brushing my teeth with the left hand. The condom, an old wrinkly man, stubbornly fits itself onto my penis. And there’s no pain this time. We’re off, speeding down the broken-down highway of love she’s riding carefully with the bed squeaking softly the sheets rustle and I follow a crack along the walls with my eyes. Zen fornication. Her mouth hangs open, I feel her insides convulsing and I flip her over onto her back and fuck her till she comes; imagine an animal being put swiftly out of its misery. Moribund —- a Death-like orgasm, final gasps silence and then you are born again with angel wings. A sardonic smile creeps across her face, and she begs for more. It’s sick, the look of hunger on her face, and the piercing brown eyes burning through me like magnified sunlight. Sun flare, flames of hell, a conflagration of doom. Something is wrong and it’s not the stench of naked bodies glistening with sweat or the reeking rubber. Smells like Kentucky Fried Chicken; frying flesh and car tires burning on a funeral pyre. I stare at her laying there for minutes. She’s melting me with her eyes. And the clamminess eventually starts to subside; the boiling sensation slows to a light steaming. I take a deep breath, and then resume the penetration. Minutes later she cums once more; the same hellish intensity builds up again, and now I’m fucking scared. What the fuck is going on with this girl? She’s begging for more, I flip her on her knees and grab her ass. Heaven; this is heaven. She’s banging her ass into my pelvis, I really don’t care about the noise -— fuck her parents; this is heaven. Kill me now and I’ll die complete; this is heaven. This is heaven. I’m approach the limit, internal speedometer fluctuating over and under between insanity and eruption, the fire is so hot and moist that sweat is streaming from my forehead down my armpits off my back, a moan, I’m breaking she’s tight as ever and the closer I come the fucking hotter it gets. Jesus she’s cumming, she’s laughing, and I’m stuck teetering on the edge with my gun-jammed; I’m pinned down. The pleasure is equal to the burning -— fuck that smell is awful, unbearably awful. It’s been two hours, I can’t even begin to count the numbers of orgasms I’ve released from her; she’s been fucking shaking like she’s unleashing evil spirits and the wetness is hot and sticky I feel like I’m melting. And I can’t cum. When I get close she laughs and it’s as if she’s draining my soul out from under me. I’m beyond exhausted, but she’s forcing me to go on without using words. I can’t bear it anymore; sprawled on the sweat stained mattress, she’s banging me and I think I’m going to die. Or maybe I’m already dead. I beg her to stop, she laughs. A knock on the door, it sounds so distant -— I’m going to pass out from the heat. Everything’s orange and red, but the candles went out long ago. The knocking grows louder, rumbling from far away. I manage to push her off, she hits the mattress with a soft thump like a feather landing on water and water would be like God washing away all my sin. She throws me my boxers, the orange ones with black cats; again, she’s laughing. My dick is still rock solid, poking through... is this how I saw it in my dream? Feet drag slowly over the kitchen tiles. They’re hot like coals, but by now I’m almost numb to the heat. I reach to touch the door handle; it sizzles as I touch it. The sizzle echoes as through an infinite abyss. I open the spy-hole and peek through it... My laughter is echoing; is it laughter or desperation? This isn’t funny but I’m doing it anyway and the uninvited visitors laugh along; deep guttural cackles paired with shrill screams that only the sickest mind would interpret as laughter. The sound is almost as maddening as the image that burned itself into my mind through that spy-hole. They knock again, and all I can do is stand there staring through the door, utterly bewildered. Five minutes pass, they’ve disappeared. I turn around and she’s gone. The light is peeking out from under the curtains; I let out a sigh of relief and pick up a cigarette. I put it to my lips, and it lights itself. The heat is that bad. I walk over to the window, and pull the curtain to the side. The light blinds me instantly. This is hell.