Trailer Trash

An eBook By Jay Hughes.

"Hi. Come on in."

The trailer was hot. Lisa apparently could either not afford air conditioning or had chosen not to use it. A half-eaten pizza littered the kitchen table and the place was a mess. It smelled like pine cleaner, but there was no evidence the chemical had been used for cleaning anything.

Lisa smiled and ran her fingers through her hair. "You come to fuck me?"

Lawrence rubbed his stomach and fidgeted with his belt. "Well, you invited me. I just came to check you out, see if you're all right … and such." He studied her hands, looking for a wedding band. He didn't see one, but that didn't always mean much. Just that little ring on her finger. What the hell kind of cheap stone was that, anyway?

"The fuck you did." Lisa stood up straight and held out her right hand. "Lisa Lewis, just so you know the name of the woman you're gonna ball tonight."

"You get to the point," Lawrence said. "Who said I was gonna screw you?"

"You will." Lisa was wearing a cotton blouse now. She unbuttoned the first two buttons and slid the shirt away from her front. "I got tits. Wanna see?"

"I figured you had some."

"Yeah, but they're nice. Look." She unbuttoned one more button and pulled the shirt back. Her breasts, not large, were firm and her nipples hard, brown like large raisins. "Like them?"

Lawrence nodded and looked around the tiny living room, one with a décor he would have described as late Elvis. "You alone here, just for the hell of it?"

"Baby's asleep. Otherwise, yes. Sheriff, you got nothin' to fear. I won't cause you no trouble. You owe me, I figure."

"Owe you what?"

"I need a human rod, bad."

"Boy or a girl, your baby?"

"No idea." Lisa turned and walked toward the bedroom. She disappeared into a dark hallway. "In here."

Lawrence followed. He found Lisa in the bedroom, looking down at a baby, asleep in a crib. "What's his name? Her name?"

"They have one for it. I just call it Thingama." She pulled the blanket back, brushed at the baby's face and turned to the sheriff. "You ain't payin' no attention to my ass. How come?"

Lawrence cleared his throat. "Well, I don't go gropin' women I just met. Don't we, like - kiss first or something?"

Lisa pulled herself near to the tall man. "All right. Kiss me, then fuck the livin' shit out of me!"

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