When the bikini teens finished sponging, the shirtless boys whipped out towels but the minivan man shooed them away, drove off with his bumper dripping a trail and his kids peering out the back window as the five bikini teens swarmed your truck. You handed Sarah 20 bucks and walked to the Pizza Hut porch so as not to run the risk of looking too long too hard at any of the young girls. You remained alone on the porch. More middle-aged men showed up in minivans or sports cars and young men showed up in beat-up Hondas and they all stood around giving each other little glances suggesting they might bang that one right there on the hood of their filthy car and you found the whole experience to be inescapably deviant but there it was happening out in the open and for a good cause (the ambiguous broadening of teenage horizons) and you guess that must be the magic of the carwash, that it can absorb these otherwise frowned-upon urges, the filth of sexuality cleansed or concealed by the more of suds and sponges.
Savage from Swan Creek
His name is Savage. He lives at 11615 Swan Creek in the Swan Creek Township of Michigan. According to the local newspaper: people stare at him.
October 20, 2008: Police say a Michigan man has been arrested after ‘receiving sexual favors from a vacuum’ at a car wash. It was 6:45 am when a neighbor reported suspicious activity. It must have been so cold so early on that October morning in Swan Creek, an easterly breeze drifting from Green Bay across the most phallic Great Lake, amassing chill, frost even, crawling across the water towards a bank of industrial vacuums in the corner of an empty carwash lot, just off the street, two massive steel tubes, shiny atop a cement island and their crinkly fat hoses twitching in the easterly breeze that hits like pins and needles on Savage’s foreskin as he sidles up to the vacuum, balls out and dick way out, drawn to the wanton undulations of a hose. Even the police imbue with agency primarily the carwash vacuum: receiving sexual favors from….