no one pays anything to attend the meet , each has it taken care of in advance , baby bones with fat still clinging to them ; these things are direct debit , standing order , and i see or think i see a face i recognize and all of them queue up to kiss his ass , let 's rim the devil , boys , cold seed , and in the dark he turns and looks at me : one door opens , another one slams , i trust that everything is satisfactory ?