“Hell how should I know,” she admitted, “I guess I’ll put it on Ebay.”
“You said fifty dollars,” I offered. “Gee, the years ain’t been kind to you,” she observed, “I figured you was sixty at least.”
“Well I’m not!” I said, “Too old, I just don’t fancy you.”
“So why’s your pants got a tent pole in then?” she asked. Mature sex “How in the hell old are you!” I asked, “Twelve?”
“Eighteen last fall, I meant twenty years,” she said. “Sure something like that,” she said. “Honey, Ellie-May, whore, what’s it matter?” I asked, “We’re fucking and it feels real fine, like it ought to don’t you think?”
“I guess,” she said, “Only when I fuck it’s always been ass ways before, I never been fucked and kissed at one time.”
“Well you have now darlin’” I says and I lay down again, “You have now.”
Some time we went to sleep, the railroad was half a block to the east and I heard the Eastbound intermodal growl through around three thirty but I never heard
