Guildens offered huge toast that was baked standing up between two flatirons not in a little electric box or on a stove. Railway man ran his hand over the girl's criminally perfect ass. At first glance he figured she was about eight or nine. He sat watching her as she stuffed her fat cheeks with big slabs of warm bread slithered in butter and jams. In between mouthfuls she scooped up grapes and raspberries and slices of hard salami. A kindly old fellow in a greasy smock set down a frozen stein full of root beer. She drank thirstily. He loved to see her eat, fatten herself. Such as hungry little girl, so thin!

The Railway man had a big hard dick and he looked at the little girl and planned on putting it in her soon, just as she looked up at him and grinned and knew what he intended and she was thinking fast in between her hunger pangs just how she was going to manage that. Littler cocks she'd mastered but this one was fucking huge.

Meanwhile, down in the Dental District and a hundred years away, Offsir Mujibar Baugh examined himself in the mirror: his bow tie and his checked jacket and his sharp-creased white slacks. He cranked up the music on his stereo. Buffy Saint Marie and Mahalia Jackson played tonight. He thought of the Great Gatsby. O.M. Baugh went around the house lighting the candles in cups and seeing the piñatas were right, and then took down the boards on his windows and flipped the switch announcing his restaurant was open. It was eight. He only had one helper, Martha, a fat black girl who washed up and laded the silverware then sat in her closet smoking and reading Playgirl.

Across the corner and down the block the triplex was showing The Railway Man and the Order on all three screens staggered in half-hours. Popcorn was 30 cents. Three potheads watched, two boys and one woman, stuffing popcorn in their mouths, going "wow". When they were floating so high they lost the thread they slipped into the next 'plex' and started again. The girl was named Ronnie, she provided the weed. They guys were Steve and Hahn. Hahn was encumbered by a bag of three new pairs of shoes, wore a loud suit made of micro-fibre, also newly bought--boosted to be honest--and had a tightly knotted new necktie too.

The movie was all about Carl Perkins somehow reincarnated into a late 19th century New York City where Guildens was the centre of town the way midtown Manhattan is now, but there was never a Guildens, and yet it is huge in the movie, four blocks square, and five stories, layered with restaurants, burlesque theaters, and sawdust shops. The Railway stops there, hence the Railway man, and they serve endless pots of coffee to the many who miss their connections. But au contraire movie viewers, Guildens did exist, and still does if you spy it right, but only from 1895 to 1910, and it would have lasted longer but for the trains that never left, or left but wound up in the wrong places.

The last half hour was pretty much all about Perkins writing Blue Suede Shoes, only it wasn't the real Carl Perkins but a black man who was kind of a cross between Harry Belafonte and the guy in Ragtime. Whoever he was though, the three movie watchers agreed, he sang like him, his voice had the power. Hahn took out his cock and played with it while Ronnie smiled. Hahn had a fat cockknob--it had a split like two cherry tomatoes stuck together--and he dug his nails into it, making it ooze. Ronnie could smell his pre.

Later they went over to Offsir Bauer's for dinner. It was early enough to find one empty table among the six. They liked the one-man restaurateur's white clothes. For what he charged Offsir ought to be able to hire another turban-head, but he liked to run it on the small and out. Veal and spinach pasta were tonight's serve, with a chickpea salad done with anchovies and a vinegar dressing, and a blueberry gelato for dessert. Offsir Bauer was visibly gay and his log hard cock stuck down against his leg like a public announcement. Hahn was exceedingly horny and asked his friends to ignore his sudden departure; he stood up and asked Bauer for a fuck, Bauer played a Socratic dialogue asking which side of the equation he'd be on, and then took him up on it, in the kitchen, bending over the sink. Hahn had a hell of a load to blow. He came while Mahalia Jackson sang "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands." "Look mon! No hands!" he laughed, cocking the cook so hard his eyes bugged out.....(cont)