#416 It’s two in the morning— this big empty field is a vacuum sucked into this little girl’s mouth. Everything’s little, he thinks. At least I’m big enough to get head. The problem is what she wants from me. And what she’s bound to get. Just by chance, someone in a passenger seat in a car going by on Church Road sees the outline of the two figures. One is leaning— the blowjob part isn’t visible. Wow, he says; this place is strange. He shakes himself, turns up the music, and gets ready for a long ride.