081413 #worm Ltiky doesn't know about summer boy. Ltiky remains blissfully deluded; he thinks he is the generous one. He thinks she is grateful for him beyond all real necessity of reassurance. He thinks she makes up stories about a strange man she met in the shit can of a gas station, on their way back from up north. He thinks it's sweet she stretches her imagination to provide him with the details of their neon, nude encounter, up against the squiggly white vinyl of the buzzing wall. She concocts encounters for him so immediate, he can practically smell the mingling of disinfectant, old piss, diesel, chewed gum, and Bnabe's hot cock sliding in and out of her spitty mouth.