Free Hot Water Music by Charles Bukowski

India to Detroit, to my apartment in Detroit.”
    “How long did it take?”
    “I don’t know. Ten seconds, maybe.”
    “Ten seconds…ummm.”
    They sat there looking at each other. Meg sat on the couch and Tony sat across from her.
    “Listen, Meg, you really give me the hots. My wife would never know.”
    “No, Tony.”
    “Where’s your brother now?”
    “He took my apartment in Detroit. He works in a shoe factory.”
    “Listen, why can’t he get into a bank vault, take the money and get on out of there? He can use his talents. Why work in a shoe factory?”
    “He says such a talent can’t be used to further the purposes of evil.”
    “I see. Listen, Meg, let’s forget your brother.”
    Tony walked over and sat on the couch next to Meg.
    “You know, Meg, what is evil, and what we are taught is evil, can be two very different things. Society teaches us that certain things are evil in order to keep us subservient.”
    “Like robbing banks?”
    “Like fucking without going through all the proper channels.”
    Tony grabbed Meg and kissed her. She didn’t resist. He kissed her again. Her tongue slid into his mouth.
    “I still don’t think we should do it, Tony.”
    “You kiss like you want to.”
    “I haven’t had a man for months, Tony. It’s hard to resist but Dolly and I are friends. I hate to do it to her.”
    “You won’t be doing it to her, you’ll be doing it to me.”
    “You know what I mean.” Tony kissed her again, this time a long full kiss. Their bodies pressed together.
    “Let’s go to the bedroom, Meg.”
    She followed him in. Tony began undressing, throwing his clothes over a chair. Meg went into the bathroom, which was just off the bedroom. She sat down and pissed with the door open.
    “I don’t want to get pregnant and I don’t take the pill.”
    “Don’t worry.”
    “Don’t worry why?”
    “I got my strings cut.”
    “All you guys say that.”
    “It’s true, I’m cut.”
    Meg got up and flushed.
    “Suppose you want a baby sometime?”
    “I don’t want a baby sometime.”
    “I think it’s awful for a man to get his strings cut.”
    “Oh, for Christ’s sake, Meg, stop the moralizing and come to bed.”
    Meg walked into the room naked. “I mean, Tony, I kind of think of it as a crime against nature.”
    “How about abortion? Is that a crime against nature too?”
    “Of course. It’s murder.”
    “How about a rubber? How about masturbation?”
    “Oh, Tony, it’s not the same thing.”
    “Get into bed before we die of old age.”
    Meg got on in and Tony grabbed her. “Ah, you feel good. Kind of like rubber filled with air…”
    “Where’d you get that thing, Tony? Dolly never told me about that thing…it’s huge!”
    “Why should she tell you?”
    “You’re right. Just put that damned thing into me!”
    “Just wait now, just wait!”
    “Come on, I want it!”
    “How about Dolly? Do you think it will be the right thing to do?”
    “She’s grieving over her dying mother! She can’t use it! I can use it!”
    “All right! All right!”
    Tony mounted her and put it in.
    “That’s it, Tony! Now move it, move it!”
    Tony moved it. He moved it slowly and steadily like the arm of an oil pump. Flub, flub, flub, flub.
    “Oh, you son of a bitch! Oh my god, you son of a bitch!”
    “ All right now, Meg! Get out of that bed! You are committing a crime against native decency and trust !”
    Tony felt a hand on his shoulder and then he felt himself being pulled off. He rolled over and looked up. There was a man standing there in a green t-shirt and bluejeans.
    “Listen, you,” said Tony, “what the hell are you doing in my house?”
    “It’s Damion!” said Meg.
    “ Clothe thyself, little sister! The shame still radiates from thy body !”
    “Look here, motherfucker,” said Tony from where he lay on the bed.
    Meg was in the bathroom dressing, “I’m sorry, Damion, I am sorry!”
    “I see I arrived from Detroit just in time,” said Damion.