It’s right after Joey and Esperanza’s first date - a twin bill of Death Wish and Lipstick at the Liberty Theater in Elizabeth and Esperanza is driving home - when suddenly -
Suddenly, she clicks on her right blinker, and turns into the driveway of the Tasty Cake Outlet Factory. What is she doing? My house is about another mile and a half down the road. She continues on and pulls onto this back road. Hope Avenue. I’ve been to this Tasty Cake place a hundred times before, and I never even knew this Hope Avenue existed.
Rows of factories surrounded us, lining either side of the street. She stops the car - and cuts the lights. A lone streetlight casts its glow in the otherwise stark blackness of the night. She gazes into my eyes with such an intimate intensity, that I have to turn away. I bow my head. She moves closer, puts her face right in front of mine.
“Papi, how did you feel when that guy was raping Margaux Hemingway When he tied her up to the bedposts?”
Long silence.
“I – I don’t know…it was um – kind of-”
“Did you think she was beautiful?”
(Deep breath) “Yeah! I mean, of course -”
“Did it make you all hot inside?”
She puts her index finger on my lips.
“Shhh…”
Taking my face in her hands, she cradles it tenderly. Starts kissing me gently at first, softly pressing her beautiful lips against mine, then my nose. Then my face. Her tongue begins to explore my lips again and again, until she thrusts it inside my mouth, increasingly more aggressively, passionately.
She’s leaning over me now, tenderly pushing me backwards. I surrender, almost paralyzed. I allow her to take the lead as she continues to press on. She grabs hold of my jacket, pulls it off, and begins unbuttoning my gold silkscreen shirt. She’s starting to breathe heavily now…I am too, but mostly out of fear and uncertainty. Now, I feel myself start to shake, then tremble. Tremors are everywhere. Running up and down my body, like, I’m being dipped in ice water. I can’t control it.
“Don’t worry, papi, it’s alright…be calm.”
She puts my hand on her tit. She’s pressed against me now, moving and grinding, and making sounds like a baby sucking a pacifier. My leg jerks spastically, kicking the steering wheel. She’s on top of me now. I have my hands under her bra, and, boy, it is the most amazing thing - her nipples grow right in my hands! I begin kneading her breasts, like a kitten groping for its mother’s milk. She pulls her dress over her head and flings it backwards. She has my shirt off, running her nails around my nipples. She’s moaning. I’m grunting, caught between desire and terror. Her hands go down and now she’s rubbing Mr. Johnson. Oh, that feels good! Sweat, sweat, and more sweat. This is it. This is it! She pulls down my pants and throws them in the back. Garments are whizzing around like a dodge ball game. She puts my hand down her crotch - and I’m rubbing her black lace panties. Oh shit, I don’t know what to do! She rubs her tits in my face. It’s a frenzy! She guides my Johnson inside her.
“Oh God, oh God!” I scream out
