The kid’s eyes flashed disappointment, but only for an instant. As soon as this deal was done, the boy would get that special bag. Jong knew Eric himself didn’t do drugs anymore. He didn’t need them. He had sex and death. Just like the kid said.

“Down this hill okay?” the boy asked. “Back behind them bushes?”

“Perfect,” said Jong. It was just where they had planned, in fact.

The hustler was probably another seventeen year old run-away, either booted out or high- tailed it on his own. With elf-like features and blond hair, he could have been Eric’s teenage brother. Baggy pants hung off his hips, partly from the current trend and partly from the kid’s skinny frame. When was the last time the boy had a square meal, Jong wondered.

Taking her small hand and Eric’s beefy paw, the hustler led them past boulders that made the running path curve like an “S.” Down a craggy hill, they slid-walked into some brambles.

Once in a clearing with a low awning of leaves, the kid stood up on his toes and kissed Eric on the mouth. That wasn’t usually included in the price, but maybe the kid thought he could earn the entire bag of goodies. Eric set him back, turning him around. Jong eased her bag off her shoulder and knelt down in front of him, feeling the cold ground through her jeans. Eric lifted the boy’s shirt and Jong tongued her way down the boy’s girlish torso. She unbuttoned his fly as she did.

“Jesus,” she breathed. The boy’s organ was magnificent. As thick as a soda can. How could such a scrawny kid handle such heavy equipment? She stretched her mouth wide, taking him in. Golden hair tickled her nose with every downward thrust.