Sykes went over to his desk and picked up the phone.
"Hello? I'm in the middle of something important..."
As Sykes was talking, Fagin was dumbfounded at the sexual acts that have taken place. What got Sykes into such a romantic mood? Usually he's always angry and wants money, but tonight was a different story. Fagin could barely move after being plowed by Sykes. He wanted to escape so badly, but thought about Sykes shooting him down for doing so.
"Alright alright bye," Sykes hung up the phone and returned to the couch, but this time, he only loomed over the skinny hobo on his couch.
"Your soiling my new couch...why don't we move to my car?"
Fagin slowly nodded and (after Sykes put his pants back on) was lifted bridal style by Sykes and carried outside to Sykes' car. The dobermans were still walking around outside and Sykes whistled for them to go back into his office. Sykes laid Fagin on the hood of his sleek, black car and unlocked the doors with his car keys. He then opened the door to the back seat and laid Fagin down on his backside. Sykes then removed his pants and undergarments and got into the backseat on the opposite side near Fagin's legs. He then closed the door and there was an awkward silence. Sykes then reached up to the front seat and turned on the radio which began to play "Let's Get it On" by Marvin Gaye.
"Now this is a jam worth making love to...," Sykes said in a low seductive tone. He then reached down to Fagin's chest and began to rub it and squeezed his nipples. He then reached down and clutched at Fagin's dick which was starting to grow hard. Sykes made it worse by rubbing his hand up and down and then sucking the hard dick. Fagin moaned and then squirted all in Sykes' mouth. Sykes slurped up the warm liquid.
"Mmmm...tasty..."
Hearing Fagin's hard breathing turned Sykes on, but since they had both reached each other's climax, he felt it was time to end their sexual ordeal.
"I'll run back inside and get your clothes..."
Fagin was left laying on the leather seat; his breathing now normal and his mind racing with confusion. How could he have fallen for the man who has made his life hell since the moment he lent him money? Is this going to go on forever? Fagin was too scared to think about these thoughts any longer. He now thought about his dogs and Oliver. He didn't want them to worry especially about the thought of him being dead. Sykes had then returned holding Fagin's raggedy clothing in his large arms. He even took a whiff before laying them out on the hood of his car. Fagin got out of the car feeling exposed in the moonlight. Fagin got dressed and then asked Sykes for the time.
"It's only 1am...looks like your all dressed. Why don't you come back next Friday?"
Fagin gulped and then nodded. He then walked out of the shipyard with his head hung low, but a faint smile on his face. Sykes stood by his car and began to smoke a cigar as he watched the hobo walk off into the night.