Jack glanced around apprehensively, then glared at Don. "Back off, man! There's liable to be narcs around…!" He turned to leave, but after one step, he came back and went on. "No more, after this, Don, it's got to be by the ounce!"

Don watched him as he mounted his big Japanese motorcycle, kicked it into roaring life and rode away up the broad avenue. Jack, he knew, didn't live in that direction, but then, a big man like Jack wouldn't be foolish enough to keep the stuff at home. Idly, he wondered who Jack was working for, because he was pretty sure the pusher was handling hard stuff, as well as marijuana. He knew the kid was making big bread, and he was envious, but at the same time, he was aware of the risk Jack was taking in furnishing him with the ten roaches he had ordered. The fuzz could bust you for that as easily as for a whole kilo.

Don went to the order window and bought a large Coke and a bag of fries. He was munching them when the girl Jack had been talking to when he arrived came over and sat down next to him. She took a piece of his French Fried potato, put it in her mouth and sucked it in, little by little. He watched in fascination, aware of the symbolism, and his penis jerked upright in his pants.

"You come on strong!" he said. "What's your name…?"

"Marcy," she said, repeating the performance.

"You Jack's chick?"

"In a way… we swing…" she said.

"He's a heavy dude… I don't want him to put the crunch on me!" Don told her. "So… why don't you split… now… unless you got something going…"

"Just being, like, you know… Friendly…"

"Flake off!" Don snapped.

She scribbled a telephone number on a paper napkin and thrust it at him, "Get me on the horn, Don! It might be… like, you know… a real thing…" She was gone.

He remembered seeing her around Perry High School. She was a junior, too, like himself. He watched her walk away and decided he would like to get to know her better. It would be easy if Jack didn't have a prior claim on her. He finished off the fries and drank his Coke. Man! She's on it!