She appeared lost, as though she knew once where she was headed and for what but had somehow forgotten along the way. “Tu blousa primera, puta..” I told her, fingering the hem of her top. Porn nightmarish rooms, rank as animal’s dens with the smell of base hollow sex between strangers alienated from their humanity. I kicked off my shoes and started wriggling down my jeans watching her closely. The woman turned and scowled at us, held out her hand and said “Tres dollares..”. Her body slumped pitifully and her hands braced against the mattress. Get it in your mouth! This little whore’s mouth was mine to use and abuse anyway I wanted for the price of a pack of cigarettes. Joanna stopped before the open door at the front and
