Chapter 48

The parking lot was nice, the back, where it was darker. I could see the garage, where the lawnmowers and other equipment were kept. There was a light there that shone directly down on a flatbed truck parked beneath it.

“I want to fuck you in that truck.”

The rain suddenly came down in buckets, so we ran. The flatbed was under a carport, of sorts, but the wind was blowing the precipitation sideways. We were still getting wet. The muggy air kept us from getting cold, though, and made the encounter metaphorically hot. I got Angel out of his tux shirt, no problem. He got my pants to the top of my shiny shoes. My hand was down his pants when we first saw the flash of red.

“Lightning,” I said.

“Lightning isn’t red,” Angel reminded me.

The security guard who pulled up was a prick. “I have to call the police.”

“For what?” I objected. “We didn’t do anything.”