EXTRACT FOR
A Swim In The Swan
(Edward Leech)

      A mouthful of beer was followed by a lungful of fumes, and so it went on. Lenny popped a white tablet into his mouth and swallowed, asking if she wanted anything else as he had some Es, but she heard herself dreamily say, "Not tonight. I'm already high." 

      It was past midnight and she was feeling detached from the planet's surface. Lenny pulled her close, squeezing her tight, hands rubbing her buttocks, pushing his thigh hard against her crutch.

      "You want to root?" his faraway voice asked.

      "What sort of root, ginger or carrot?" She vaguely wondered if she had missed some part of the conversation. 

      "Nah! You Yanks don't you know nothing. You want to fuck?" Lenny was already pulling down his zipper and had lifted her short skirt to get his free hand into her panties.

      Her brain made her mouth automatically ask, "You got a rubber?"

      "Nah, never use 'em. They're like wearing an overcoat in the summer."

      "Oh, I have some in my bag ... we should use one," Kaitlynn vaguely advised, but made no effort to get one.

      Lenny held his penis in his left hand and pulled her panties to one side with the other. Without hesitation, he pushed home, pulling her tight to his manly body, she putting her arms about his neck. They went into a slobbery open-mouthed kiss. Spinning her around, he laid her onto the bonnet of a car, pushing in and out of her energetically. She was floating, of that she was certain. He, grunting, shot inside her. Quickly pulling out, he wiped his piece upon her skirt before zipping up his flies. 

      Wow, is that it, she wondered to herself in her narcotic daze?