_Outside the garage, it's raining, but there's no way HIM and ME, hunkered inside their powder-blue Cadillac with the doors and windows shut, and the garage door shut (and there are no garage windows), could possibly know that. Smoke, smoke, smoke fills what little air remains._ ME: Hey look, someone's coming. _[reaches across HIM, who is sitting in the driver's seat, and turns on the windshield wipers for some reason]_ HIM: _[masturbating jaggedly, trousers crumpled down around the pedals]_ What the hell are you talking about? ME: Nothing. Nevermind. _[But it is true, ME has seen something. Figures emerge out of the transparent ether of the windshield world! One of them seems to be a cop, judging from the pointy hat and blustery demeanor, and the other seems to be a guy. Just some guy with a goatee.]_ COP: Can I see your ID please? GUY: I don't have it. It was confiscated at a random checkpoint yesterday. COP: Step out of the car please. _As the GUY opens the car door, slowly because you don't want to alarm a cop, ME hallucinates that it is he who is getting out of the cadillac. Meanwhile, HIM keeps pumping away on his naked dick, oblivious to all this._ Do you mind if I look through your car? GUY: Well, I guess not. Do you mind my asking what the problem is? COP: For my safety, I cannot divulge that information. Just get down on your knees, please. Right over here. GUY: Well- okay- _[gets down in front of the COP]_ COP: Do you know how to suck a cock, boy? _[unzippping trousers]_ GUY: Uh. I don't- I mean- Well, I- COP: Well, you're going to learn. _[takes firm hold of GUY's_ _head]_ Open up and suck it, fag. _GUY does as he is told. What else is he supposed to do? The COP has a better body, superior training, the support of the entire legal system, and not to mention a gun. GUY's chin runs over with slick spit. His cheeks bulge as the cop slides it out and in, out and in. A pebble digs into GUY's knee. His jaw begins to stiffen, but the COP is relentless and just keeps slamming his loins into GUY's face, deeper and harder. The COP's meat tastes like sweat and funk. It gets harder and bigger. GUY is aware of headlights going by, people slowing down to stare. He feels like he has to take an enormous shit._ Oh, that's good, keep it up, cocksucker. Suck it good, shitlicker! _The COP grunts and his knees almost buckle as finally, mercifully, he hollers and lets go. The spunk fills GUY's cheeks suddenly, and the feeling is alarming and astonishing. GUY almost gags, and tries to pull his head away but the COP holds on, and holds on, and wanting to retch with a burning shame, GUY swallows the COP's load._ All right, you're free to go. I'm just going to give you a warning this time. _GUY's lips are sticky and his stomach is all twisted up and he can hardly stand the macho, musky smell that is all over him._ HIM:What the fuck? _[coming out of his masturbatory selfabsorption]_ _ME comes out of his little trance, and finds himself twisted sideways on the car seat, his mouth around HIM's rapidly diminishing dick. In startlement, he swallows HIM's cum, and sits back up, not knowing where to look._ What the fuck is wrong with you? ME: With me? With me? _[but he cannot answer the question]_