Skin.

We pull into an old gravel pit. It is day and it is also night. Not evening, but both coexisting. Shifting constantly, seamlessly and unnoticed. There are two buildings. A house. It looks turn of the century. Also, in the back and down a small drive is a crumbling wooden shed. There are cars parked near it. Dust covered and some have windows opened but I don't think anyone has noticed in a long time.

We park our new red car in front of the house and get out. It is old, the house. The paint is peeling and I say: "It's been rented too many times," and this Marie agrees. She knocks.

"Come in," someone says inside and we go in. There is nowhere to go except up a poorly painted staircase. The lighting is bad. An old used towel sits crumpled on a step and garbage lightly litters other steps. The house is empty except for a few mattress', an old console television on the floor in one room and six girls in front of it. Their hair is dyed pink and they have tattoos and they glow and have death in their eyes and I like it.

"Okay, I am going outside now for a smoke," this Marie says.

"I'll go with you," one of the girls says and gets up to go outside for a smoke also.

"Pick some out," this Marie says.

"Okay," I say.

A petite girl with short blonde hair and blue eyes and a tight, short black sundress walks over to me. She smiles and puts my hand on her breast. It is soft and I can feel the dress over it and I can feel her nipple stiffen under the fabric. "First, me," she says.

She takes me to another room down the hallway and the paint is peeling very badly. We lie on another mattress and it has no sheets and it is on the floor without a frame. I am always more comfortable without frames. She uses my hand to run over her skin and she unbuckles my pants and goes down for a few minutes. When she finishes and I don't she says "my turn." She takes her dress off and she is wearing nothing underneath. She lays on her back and I run my hand up her leg and I see she has a growth of skin dangling near the top of her thigh. First small, then longer.

Steady, I think.

She moans as I move my hand further up her thigh and the growth is now a patch and it covers her thighs and it looks like hardened and melted skin. Like icicles of skin.

I am repulsed and I pull back.

"What's wrong?" she asks. "Don't you want me?"

I don't want to hurt her feelings."Yes, of course. I'm just... going slow."

She flips over onto her knees and shows me her ass and her pussy and the skin is worse. The skin hangs and she is covered in the hard long drips and streams and masses of skin and I think she must have been in a horrible acid attack at some point and I don't understand how I didn't notice before and I can only think of how rude it will be if I don't fuck her now.