"How much?"
"Depends," he said. "Were you looking for Mexican pussy out there?"
"No."
"Are you a gay?"
"Yeah,"
"You suck my dick."
"Yeah, maybe."
"Towel is free, then." The man came in and closed the door. The sexual activity was enjoyable for a while but then it changed to being impaled "bareback" from his rear end. He did not know if it was rape. It hurt him as if it were rape, he hated it, his attempts to extricate himself caused more resistance, and yet he wanted it nonetheless. He had never had someone insert himself into him before and the rhythms seemed to slap over his consciousness until somewhere into the pain he fell asleep in it. Asleep, he dreamed that Guillermo was stopped by the police officers at the park.
"Dinero. One hundred dollars or a night in jail."
"I'm not giving you anything," said Guillermo. "What have I done?"