TO BE CONTINUED?

Ester woke up on her knees, doing mouth sex on the penis of a man.
I don't need to come, he said. Just hum a little something.
Sure. She ducked to get out of the closet when it was done.
I can't tell you my name, he said. But here's my phone number.
I can't make out the writing, she said. Here, you can have my phone.
He took it. Ester stared until she blinked.
They were both wearing dumb clothes for how cold it was.
They decided to go coat shopping, and got into a bus.
The bus was exceptionally warm.
There was a Roman there, who had witnessed the end.
Ester pulled "Stop Requested" and got out. The Roman followed.
The blowjob followed. There wasn't any snow left. It had quit.
The three crossed a road where potholes were being filled.
It looked like red oatmeal. Minced solids?
The roman threw up because he tried to eat it.
The coin was heads so they went left, which happened to be North.
North is good, said Ester. Its a far-out direction.
Blowjob gave her a pat on the shoulder. Want to get high?
They got pretty high walking North. The Roman looked cold,
Even though he was wearing a breastplate. He must have been weakened from the throwing up. Ester gave him a scarf. He tied it on. It was alright then. The three of them stopped at an intersection so they wouldn't get hit by cars.That worked, they lived to cross another street. At "O" street, Ester was definitely too high,
And wanted to sit down and collect her thoughts. The Roman suggested that they hit up the taco hut, but there wasn't one, so they went to a different Mexican place.

They sat down and ordered water and chips, and the Roman had a tequila and Ester looked grave and at the surface of the table. She was biting her lip and it started to hurt so she stopped. Blowjob looked at her and asked why there were icicles in her eyes, and she said that it was because her heart was cooling off and that she needed to eat some salsa to heat up. The Roman struggled to say something about the burning heat of the afternoon sun in battle, and the battle's blood and the hound's ragged yelps in the woods and the young boys in streams, all dead and bloated with the feasting, but he couldn't get it out so he sat back and read the menu. Ester held her hands beneath the table and got excited about following in the footsteps of greats, but couldn't think of what a footstep really meant, so stepped back into herself in the booth at the Mexican place and asked Blowjob for nothing in particular, which he obligingly gave her. They both came quietly. The table shook a little, and the tequila shot glass cried from feeling empty.