Rant drops the trash into his bag. He plucks a pussy plug, this one with just an itty-bitty dot of red in the middle of that white pillow. The red looking black in the moonlight, Rant sniffs it and frowns. He sniffs again, with his eyes closed this time, and says, “It’s LouAnn Perry, all right, but she must be back taking those fluoride pills…” Rant offers me the red dot, but I shake my head. Before anybody decent has showed up to help, Rant’s picked the length of our back fence, guessing every dick and pussy.
