_Not surprisingly, HER says nothing. ME & HIM turn into a dark stone tunnel that leads under a piazza. Inside, they hoot and holler until the GHOST appears._ GHOST: Hello, boys. HIM: Hey. ME: _[with considerably less jaunt]_ Hey. GHOST: Which of you is the scared one? [Simultaneously] HIM: Him. ME: Me. GHOST: You say your own names very nicely. _HIM and ME try not to get excited, but something is working on them._ GHOST: _[with a waitress’ sass]_ What seems to be the problem, then? HIM: Dude won’t admit he’s gay. ME: I— HIM: He won’t deny it, though; check this out: _[to ME]_ Hey, faggot face! Wanna come here and suck my long hard cock? ME: _[meekly]_ Yes. _ME pads slowly over to him, and lowers to his knees._ HIM: That’s a good boy. _HIM tousles ME’s hair lovingly with one hand, unzips his_ _jeans with the other. Cool walls in wings of darkness lick the air. Neon green invisible spring uncoils. GHOST smiles on the sounds of sucking._