[That fucking mouth of his, oh shit. It's got him shivering and shaking. No wonder or surprise at all that his hands go into Freddy's hair.]

Shit, I love it. [Hard and getting harder.] I--mmm I went to a John Fogerty concert. I ran into a man and spilled his beer. I bought him another and another.

[His words are rough and rasped. The whole time his eyes are on the kid.]