On my journey to Seems I was absconded with, so to speak, straight under Amtrak’s watchful gaze at the
El Cujo caught me looking hungry, you know, down there where good girls don’t gaze. Boogeymen catch those little glances. Boogeymen are quite perceptive that way.
He was Dominican. Muy Grande! Si, es un monstruo! A monster!
“Si Mami, Chupame!” he said. [Translation: Yes mommy, this here is suckable!]
Promise? I asked.
“Chupa mi pinga, bay-bee!” he said. [Tr: Suck my dick, bay-bee!]
“Well, maybe…”
“You can get the next train, bay-bee!” he said.
Well, I suppose… I could hang with you a while.
“Ah,” he said, “Puto! Mujerzuela!” Then he suggested, “Ven satisfacer mis amigos. Puede satisfacer mis socios. Le gustaría que sí? Le gustaría Dominicana fuck hombres, sí? You can have a real good time, bay-bee.” [Tr: I see you’re a bitch, a slut. You can do my friends. You can do my partners too! You like that, yes? You like to fuck Dominican men? You can have a real good time, bay-bee!]
“Chinga, si!” I said. “Me gustaría que!” I said. “Y sus amigos también!” I said. “Yes,” I said, “and you want me to do all your friends, too?” [Tr. Fuck yes, I’d like that! And their friends too… and you want me to do all your friend, too?]
“Si!” he said gripping himself, “You will enjoy it. Usted sabe que se. You know you will. Usted sabe que se.” [Tr: You know you like it!]
“OK, I guess so.” I said.
He smiled, took my hand, led me off the train and introduced me to the great city of
Dominicano monstruo! So perceptive, these Dominican men!
And when he was done with me, he fed what was left to me to his friends, and I did them too.
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