The nozzle and about three feet of garden hose lay near him.
"Open your mouth, quick!" It was a pretty, kissable mouth.

But young Little meant business.

He put the nozzle down her pink throat as far as it would go.
"Now, don't move." He wrapped his handkerchief around a hoopstick.

Then he inserted both in the other end of the stiff hose.

It fitted snugly.