I could hear it being jostled around in the trunk. It better not get it dirty, it’s my new car for christ sake. The favors I do for friends, I swear. It won’t wake up they said, sure. Sounds like it’s pretty much awake right now. Just a few more miles to go into this stupid Desert heat, then I can stop and take care of this. I have to meet two others, and they better be there. I’m just there to make the delivery, not to get my hands dirty.
I finally arrive, get out and pop the trunk. I have never in my life seen two guys who looked like they just crawled out of the sewer before, but I guess I can now add that to the list of people whom I have met. I could smell the sweat on them. One of them grabbed the thing, and the other started to undo his pants. All that screaming, it was fucking intense. I am not sure how many times I heard them slap it around. It just wouldn’t shut up.
I think it must of bit one of the guys because I heard a loud “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!” from one of them. Then I heard the pleading. Seems one of them decided to wedge their fist into a very small space. I still had my door open listening to this all. I noticed a beautiful flower off to my left. It was beginning to bloom, sorta funny, knowing that right there next to me a new life is beginning while behind me one will be ending shortly.
I just couldn’t take it any more. I plunged my hand into my pants and got off on the shit that was happening behind me. Between my getting off and seeing the flower, I’m now glad I went.