Marxy started telling me everything about sex that he had learned, about spermicide and condoms, and all the different ways to do it.
“I wrote it all down,” he said, and took out a piece of paper that had been folded a lot. There were words by the pictures of naked people.
“Wow,” I said.
“This one is my favorite,” he said, and pointed to one where the woman and the man faced each other. “Because you can kiss while having sex.”
He was getting “riled up,” which is what AK47 said whenever Marxy got too excited. He took out his asthma puffer and inhaled.
Some of the people in the McDonald’s were looking over but I didn’t care. I thought it was very sexy how excited Marxy was getting about us having sex. I thought that this was my boyfriend, and he loved me so much that he couldn’t breathe.