The lipstick man strokes Farrel's hair and runs his fingers along the back of Farrel's neck. Then he stands to light a cigarette.
He puffs for a while. He rubs moisture off the glass and stares out at the night river. He unlocks the door and throws the cigarette over the deck, into the water.
Then he squats in front of Farrel. He smiles. He has teeth like a film star. He leans close and kisses Farrel on the lips. Farrel smells cigarette breath and perfume. He tastes lipstick on the man's soft rubber lips.
Farrel isn't scared any more.