Dale told me about you, he calls you "Bum." What's your real name?
"Dennis." His voice coarse of a sudden.
" o, Dennis." Girl smiled, but, fell deftly to her knees, the carpet thick and accepting.
"Where is he, Cubb, Dale I mean?"
"Probably watching, he likes to watch. We'll pay him no never mind." She unbuckled his khakis. "My goodness this belt is real leather. Have you ever hit a woman, Bum, I mean Dennis?"
"No, but, I've thought about thrashing Dale more than few times." Their laughter filled the bedroom.
"You and I both, Dennis." The laughter stilled.
"My goodness, you're so aroused." The buckled hit the carpeting and bounced, the jangle following the jingle.
"Is he really watching, uh,,,,,,,,,,Kate, Girl?"
"Of course he is."
There was movement behind the mirror'ed closet door. Dennis watched the reflection, his erect and her lips pursed around the head. Then a whisper from the crevice twixt door edge and jamb.
"The Bag stays in Texas........"