_Somewhere near water. A boat slides by obscenely, lightening the darkness with its many nasty portholes, eeking luminosity into the shipwreckt night._ HIM: What the fucks the matter with you? ME: I’m tired. HIM: Well get over it. ME: Did anyone ever tell you you sound like a woman reading aloud for a book-on-tape, trying to sound like a man? HIM: ’S’because I’m the truly gay one, rennnnennnnnverrrrrrr? ME: Oh yeah. Now purse up your trashy rouged lips and bend over, faggit. I’m a shit fuck you but good. HIM: Unh! _[as ME enters him crudely.]_ _Many squishing, fucking sounds. Emanate across the water. Somewhere, somehow, a foghorn blows and somewhere, underwater, amazingly, some fish hears it and it distracts him from his extemporaneous explication of some fuddy-duddy fish text he had been expounding over all god damned afternoon and all the kids in the school are glad for the break, and they swim away on the current that isn’t there. Meanwhile, ME and HIM are still_ _BUTTFUCKING._