It's been a long time since we've heard from the narrator, but he's feeling pretty good about himself. He's about to have sex with a girl who lives next door, and he can't believe it's actually happening. He thinks maybe he was drunk or maybe he wasn't in the right place at the right time. He wonders if the girl is like a spy from a spy movie, or a dangerous person, or something. But he doesn't know. He just wants sex. He asks the girl if she likes sucking his penis, and she says yes. He says he'll make her only look at him. He rubs her soft, and the girl's pussy runs through his underbelly. He can feel it, and it gets faster and faster, until he groans. The girl in the red lipstick starts sucking at him like his life depends on it. He feels like his heart is about to explode, but then he remembers that the girl was moist beyond his control, and that she was leading him on to the other side of the room, where he couldn't escape. He hugs her, and they kiss. He promises to enjoy this "swamp of lust" with her