safelite

Destiny arrives
in
a
battered white Ford Taurus with cardboard taped over the driver’s side window; last
night’s
bachelor party
got
out of hand.  The randy youngsters wanted more than they were willing to pay for and
one
of
them
pulled a piece.  She

tells me this
while
counting the crispy bills in my kitchenette.  I’m smoking on the balcony with the door open
to
facilitate conversation and discourage theft—

“Where are you from?”

“Originally?”

“Yeah,” I say.

“ California .”  She’s

wearing black tights and a baggy black sweatshirt dotted
with
multi-colored
sequins
and
ballet flats
embroidered
with
a vaguely Asian pattern.  “Come on,” she says.  “Let’s go have some fun.”  I
thump
my cigarette over the railing
and
follow her into my bedroom, ashamed of my twin mattress even though I’m sure she’s fucked
on
worse.  We try doggy for a while, but I keep going soft so she rolls over and pulls her legs
back.  Then I’m in and off
while
she maintains a steady banter
of
filth, culminating in my orgasm.  She removes the Durex—

“I’ll flush it.  Is that okay?”

Fearing plumbing issues,
I
say, “Just toss it in the trash.”  We

get dressed;
she
says
she’s driving down to Biloxi tomorrow to try her luck on the coast.  That is,
after
she gets the window fixed.  I recommend Safelite,
adding
that
the state of Mississippi refuses to issue me an inspection sticker
because
the
crack
on my windshield is too long—

“I would get it fixed,” I say, “but I’d rather spend my money on other things.”

“Obviously,” she says.