“No.”

“But why. I want to suck your toes.”

“Never you mind, my toes. It’s sex.”

“It is not sex, Timothee. It’s sucking a toe. Not a cock. I just wanna suck your feet.”

“No. I said no and I mean no. No is no. Don’t even go there. No means yer gonna regret it, and that is a definite no. I watched a Russian film. The Russian bad ass boys in all the military drag are all, every last one of them, more drama than pornography could support anything when pornography is why there is an Internet. As ChaCha Andrew sucked my toes dry. Why the fuck do I even know Andrew. Andrew Who. Russians seem very rosebud anal. We were boarded on the HMS Fantome once by crew from a Russian submarine. Boom. They’re there. Just east of Nassau. They were simply curious about a windjammer. They had seen pictures. They were sailors doing what sailors do which is whatever they’re told. The windjammer was from another world. I spent a year on it, sailing around the world. I learned a lot from that. It was the same kind of high you can get from flying a very small plane like a Piper Cub as a fourteen-year-old. I stopped going to high school so I could fly. It was all I wanted to do. I paid for it mainly because I was a dirty little whore. I was the dirty little whore, and they were going to show me, and they did. But it was worth it because it got me up into the air. Sometimes, I would skip school, drive my bike out to the airport, and grab a Piper Cub. Skies in skies.

“You are like a Piper Cub.”

“What’s a Piper Cub.”

“A small plane.”

“Can two go up.”

“No. You have no idea.”

“I want to suck your toes in a Piper Cub.”

“I would never…”

“What Tim. You would never allow what. Everything. I could come and go and you don’t even ask me when I come back, where I’ve been.”

“We are adults. Well, at least someone was the adult, there had to be somebody…”

“Responsible. Like me.”

“You are sixteen.”

“I am eighteen.”

“But I know the accent. Do you think I do not understand Russian. I understand shit about Russian. You could be a ten-year-old Russian spy. How did they do this and still milk the cows.” 

“Do you like feet.” Andrew wondered out loud.

“I love feet.”

Especially the ones with wings.