"Play with my balls! My balls are on fucking fire!"

"Oh yeah, I love to hear that kind of talk," Sheree said.

"I feel like the head of my cock is going to explode."

"Easy does it, lover. Wait till I get it in my mouth."

"Don't worry, I won't shoot my wad yet," Harvey said.

"You know that I want you to come in my mouth," she said.

"You seemed like the sort of girl who swallowed jism."

"I am, I am, I am," Sheree confessed without shame.

"I'll bet that you have a very open mind when it comes to sex."

"I do. I even fuck when. I'm having my period sometimes."

"Only sometimes?" Harvey asked, tilting his head to one side.

"Only when I have a thick towel to put beneath my ass."

"Yeah, that is actually very conscientious of you."

"There you go," she said, raising a single eyebrow into a high arch.

The full moon, as it rose in the sky, seemed to shrink in size. It lost its orange hue and then its yellow hue – until it was almost white in color as it shone through the back window of Harvey's LTD.

What would Roberta Jean think if she could see him?

Harvey could not help but wonder.

She was a tough bitch. Roberta Jean had been kicked out of school three times because of fighting.

She had never actually graduated from high school. The school and the tough girl parted ways through mutual agreement. They did not want to have anything to do with one another any longer.

Roberta Jean's tendencies toward violence had not calmed down after she moved into the real world.

Three times in the two years since Roberta Jean had graduated, she had lost jobs because she had given her employer a punch right in the old kisser!