The Executioner's Song by Norman Mailer

Rikki's GTO, Gary sure hadn't learned much. Rikki kept trying to explain how you talk to girls, soft and easy like Sterling Baker, instead of big and mean, but Gary said he wouldn't play those games. It wasn't no trick for Rikki to get a couple of girls to pull over and talk awhile, but Gary was sure to scare them off.
                    One night, Rikki started idling next to a pickup with three girls. The truck was on Rikki's left and he just talked through the open window until they could feel he was all right and good looking enough. Then the girls cut down a dark street, and he followed and parked behind. The girl driving came over to talk to Gary, and Rikki got out and walked up to their truck. He was talking nice to the other two girls about moving over to their place for a party, but not a couple of minutes gone, the driver came back looking scared. She said, "You ought to do something with that guy you've got along." She got into her truck fast and took off.
                    "What happened?"
                    "Well, I came right out and asked her for it," he said, 'It's been a long time and I'd like some right now!' " Gilmore shook his head. "I've had enough. Why don't we just grab a couple of bitches and rape them?"
                    Rikki chose his words carefully. "Gary, that's something I just couldn't go for."
                    They drove around until Gary said he knew a girl named Margie Quinn. "Real nice." Now, he wanted to go to her place, only to her place. She lived on the second floor of a two-story building with several apartments on each landing. Looked like a small motel.
                    Gary pounded on her door for ten minutes. Finally, Marge's sister came to answer. She opened just a crack, and whispered, "Marge has gone to bed."
                    "Tell her I'm here."
                    "She's gone to bed."
                    "Just tell her I'm here, and she'll get up."
                    "She needs her sleep." The door closed.
                    "Cunt," Gary shouted.
                    Then he got mad. On the way down the stairs, said to Rikki, "Let's tip her car."
                    Rikki was pretty drunk himself. It sounded like it might be kind of fun. Rikki had never tipped a car.
                    She was just a little old foreign job, but heavy. Put their backs into it, and gave what they had, but couldn't do more than rock her. So Gary grabbed a tire iron out of the GTO's trunk, ran up to Marge Quinn's car and busted the windshield out.
                    The sound of glass breaking scared Rikki enough to go flying over to his car. It was only as he took off that Gary opened the door on the run, and jumped in. Rikki had to laugh at how Gary would have busted all her windows if they hadn't got moving.
                    They decided to visit Sterling. On the way, Gary said, "Help me rob a bank?"
                    "That's something I never done."
                    A bank was easy, Gary said. He knew how to do it. He would cut Rikki in for 15 percent if Rikki would sit in his car and drive it off when he came out. Rikki, he said, would make a good getaway man.
                    Gary said, "You wouldn't have to come into the bank."
                    "I couldn't do it."
                    Gary got inflamed. "You're not supposed to be afraid of anything."
                    "I wouldn't do it, Gary."
                    They went the rest of the way to Sterling's house in silence.
                    Once there, Gary cooled enough to get working on an acceptable story in case Marge Quinn called the cops. They could say they drove up to Salt Lake for the night and didn't get back till