I sat in the XXX theater watching "Pump Friction." It was on a triple bill with "Little Oral Annie" and "Citizen Came."
It was two o'clock in the morning and the place was empty.
When I went home this evening I saw my friends from the police department parked out front. I turned around and went here.
When I was older and my ma and pop used to get into their fights, I'd sneak out of the house and go to the movies.
"Death Race 2000," "Bugs," "Tales from the Crypt"-- all the cool ones.
I'd sit in the balcony with a bag of popcorn and stare at the screen.
Sometimes, when the movies weren't that great, I'd still be looking at the screen but I'd be listening to what the other people were doing.
It would start with the creaking of the seats. Then, the sounds of wet kisses, of clothes being lifted or opened up. Groans. A fly being unzipped. Someone getting out of their seat. Different sort of wet kisses. Moans from the guy. A seat being sat on. Two voices soft and low getting louder as the seat squeaked faster and faster. A deep "yes" as the seat banged down a few last thunderous times. Then the quiet rustling of clothes being put back in place.
"Houston, we have a problem." retorts the screen and I'm back to reality.
"Yes...it's...oh yes...it's too big."
A guy comes in and sits down front. I pay him no mind. I'm beginning to doze off now. I just want to go home. I close my eyes.
I hear somebody sit next to me.
Just what I need. Some perv. I open my eyes and turn to tell him to get the hell away from me.
"Hey, Mikey. It's time to go to work."
It was Gannon.
