The heat felt like it was squeezing him. Indian sex “Sold it,” said the Driver. “To my room. Their faces were only a few inches apart and she was punctuating each moan with a little kiss and breathless words of encouragement. “The other way is faster.”
“I know,” James said. It smelled like sweat and burning tar and work. James didn’t mind the gridlock so much, but he couldn’t get away from the heat. He leaned in so close that the smell of his too-minty breath (James had watched him gobble breath mints by the handful sometimes) made James’ eyes water. But that’s life. Trouble in paradise already?”
“No, no, I’m happy. The woman took James’ coat, after asking for it twice. “Your friend paid for the whole night. James was relieved that the Driver said nothing most of the way, but a few blocks from the house
