“Just keep going.”
“You said that 15 minutes ago but I need a destination.”
“Foxy’s” he said.
“We passed that long ago. It was right across the street from where you were at,” said the taxi driver through his gray balding scalp.
“Okay, just take us out of the city. Someplace rural.”
“Okay, I’m now turning on a highway going north.”
“Do you still want me with your girlfriend?” asked the boy.
“I was going to pair you up with a girl: voyeurism. I’ve had second thoughts.” He kissed the boy on his lips. He wanted to drain him of all liquids including his breath.
The boy pulled back his face to come up for breath. “Where are we going?”
“I don’t know, really. Maybe we should go to a hotel. I guess we can’t do it in the backseat here, off of a road somewhere.”