Brian grinned. "So who are you, the devil? Thought you were Dracula."

"I'm both of them."

"Do I have to sign something in blood?"

Clyde laughed hysterically. "Sure, that's a good one. Blood. Write something in fucking blood. I like you, Brian, I really do."

So Brian saw the dark rooms upstairs, and finally the one with the light and the people.

The room stank. There was a mattress on the floor and there was a nude girl on the mattress and there was a nude boy on the girl and the girl was not moving but the boy was moving a lot.

Another girl, with incredibly large breasts and large eyes, and a stocky-looking boy, sat nude on the other other side of the mattress and watched the boy on the girl. They lifted their heads as Clyde and Brian came in, and Brian could see that they were stoned to the max. The two smiled at them in unison, as if they had but one set of facial muscles between them.

The boy riding the girl grunted, once, real loud. After a moment he rolled off her smiling, his penis half-hard, dripping.

The girl on the mattress still did not move. She lay with her eyes closed and her arms by her sides.

"This is Loony Tunes," Clyde said pointing to the boy who had just rolled off the girl. "This is Stone," he said pointing to the stocky boy. "If he talks, I've never heard it." He did not introduce either girl. "This is all we got around her right now, cream of the crop."

The girl on the mattress still had not moved.

The one called Loony Tunes laughed once in a while, for no apparent reason.

Clyde said, "Go ahead and tend to your rat killing, me and Brian got plans." Then he snapped his fingers and pointed to the nude girl with the big breasts and the silly smile.

She stood up, wavering a bit. With ten pounds and something to truly smile about, she might have been pretty. She looked like she needed a bath.

Clyde held out his hand. She came around the mattress and took it. He put an arm around her waist.

The one called Stone crawled on top of the girl on the mattress.

She still did not move.

Brian could see now that her eyes were actually only half-closed and her eyeballs were partly visible. They looked as cool and expressionless as marbles.

Stone took hold of his sudden erection and put it in her.

She still did not move.

Stone began to grunt.

Loony Tunes laughed.

She still did not move.

"Come on," Clyde said to Brian, "the next room."

So they went out of there, the big-eyed girl sandwiched between them. Brian never saw the girl on the mattress again. And for that matter he never saw the dirty blonde girl with the big brown eyes again after that night.

There was a small mattress in the closet in the next room, and Clyde, feeling his way around in the dark with experienced ease, pulled it out. Clyde said, "keeping in practice for when I quit paying the light bill, learning to be a bat."

"I see," Brian said. The blonde leaned against him. She muttered something once, but it made no sense. She was so high on nose candy and cheap wine she didn't know where she was or who she was. She smelled like mildewed laundry.

After Clyde had tossed the mattress out on the floor, he took his clothes off, called them over. The blonde leaned on Brian all the way across the room.

When they were standing in front of Clyde, he said, "This is the big tittied, thirteen year old I told you about. Looks older, don't she?" But he didn't wait for Brian to answer. He said loudly to the girl, "Come here."

She crawled on the mattress. Brian took his clothes off. They all laid down together. The mattress smelled of dirt, wine and sweat.

And that night Brian and Clyde had the thirteen year old and later, when Brian tried to think back on the moment, he would not be able to remember her face, only that she was blonde, had massive breasts and dark eyes like pools of fresh-perked coffee; pools that went down and down and down into her head like wet tunnels to eternity.