Ralph and I, both fifteen, burrowed into the flesh of Jane, who was standing nailed to a door in the style of the clumsy-featured door-nailing Goths.
Her flesh was terrific, and Ralph and I as we congratulated each other jumped into the flow of humanity and wended our fretful but well-charged way through to home.
There we spoke to our wives, who were two, and old, adoring each the glint on a grandson's cheek (cocaine). Our wives were on speaking terms with the other of us, not hers, so Ralph and I had to flex one another in some very odd ways and our relationship grew.
Our relationship grew so that soon we were employing the best techniques, not just the latest in claiming a share, or the widest-held by the many, but the best, employing the best to arraign young girls and conduct them to processes in which Goths were remembered in a lively sort of action way and the young girls often, we noted, regretted ever having set foot in this part of the world, which indeed they were usually just visiting. (The author notes that few prostitutes call themselves prostitutes, preferring any other term. There are various reasons for this.)
For want of more young girls, nearly all of whom we had corrupted to death, Ralph and I turned to each other, svelte tense boys with heads of ideas. First we got naked, then we carved little pieces out of the napes of our necks to indicate brotherhood, and also that we wouldn't tell anyone. Then we got rope and hanged one another because that was a joy and then a girl came by and we had some more fun. It was all giving us more ideas, more and more, till finally dark came and on went the clothes and we found our wives solicitous.
Our wives were good with the soup and made us lie flat as we ate, each encased in a five-inch-thick plastic casket garlanded red whose lid could be snapped shut at the least murmur of difference, never to open, perhaps. The soup was good and fed to us through a tube from our wives, who worked in the kitchen, through rooms of our house, to us, and our clothes got soggy with the traffic of love and excitement, and there we endured for a while knowing soon we'd be free and about, gorged nice now and fresh for a while of seeking.
Our seeking went well and we emptied some girls (new ones, late in appearing) which filled our gullets (a pun that enclosed things) yet more, and the joy in our situation didn't abate till bedtime, when, for want of other things, we entered each other with the whole upper part of Christina's body and hanged each other again with the bedsheets, joy. By morning we were thoroughly exhausted and only the brimming-full cereal of our wives lent verve to our stumblings, ironed them over and let us earn as was our custom a fine, fine breadwinner's wage.
There were difficult things there, winning the bread, a lot of truckling and "shadowing mirth," but soon we were eating lunch with each other, jabbing each other's thighs with forks, doing some burn things too on the buttocks (rayon no good for a lot of things), laughing and all in all stampeding thrust of earnestness.
And then work, more work, till the let-out bell, when we threw in the towel of command and arrange, dole-out and hire, thwack and fondle; at that point much of the story above got repeated, different of course but no less exciting, and thus you may be assured was the way unending with us, and still there is joy, we are lucky and happy and no one will ever tell us to be any different.