This world is filthy, he said. Kids like you don’t know the half of it. Sacrifices made for what? Very little in return, the old man said. And so, at times, we take time for a little pleasure. A brief recess from the pressures of life, he told him through the cut-out hole in the booth. Bills pile up. Your wife wants to leave you. Kids no longer call. Our indulgences become more than we can bare, he coughed and ran his greasy hands through his grey hair. It’s not my fault that you’re in this position. Down on your knees. Now is it?

The porno movie on the small screen showing a man and a transexual fucking each other had stopped. A red light came on outside the booth. 

Here, the old man took a token out of his pocket and handed it to the boy through the hole. His wrinkled fat fingers held the coin tightly. The boy grabbed it from him and placed the gold piece in the slot. The film continued as  Eastern Indian music played in the background. The old geezer undid his fly and waved his speckled cock at the kid through the hole. The boy grabbed it and began stroking it while the man in the suit continued talking.

Listen to me, the man said as he fished through his wallet for a ten spot. Here. Take this. Now blow me good. The teen placed the small penis up to his lips. Go on. The whole thing, he said. Is it too big for you? Take it. Now, he ordered. The boy did as he was told.

Life’s too much. Like I said. The pressure is overwhelming, the customer moaned. We do the best we can now, don’t we? But, there’s only so much we can do. Right baby? I said, right baby?

Right, Frank responded. Right.

This is a filthy world. It’s a filthy world.

Young Frank stood up and opened the door on the booth. He never saw the old man’s face.