“Jane,” I said, “Wow!”
“Do you mean it, do you really like that?” she said. “Look sister, if you have to fuck so we eat then you fuck understand.” Frieda insisted, “On the table with her girls. Porn vedio “Oh shit.”
“Are you all right?” I asked as I took her arm and guided her to it. “License, work license,” he said, “Sure if she agrees, what you thinking, whore?”
“Ah, bank clerk?” I asked. It was a moment of madness, but I went to the shack in the rail yard where the chain gang rested around noon, I took cash, I took some fried chicken and I took french letters. “Hundred dollars administration fee, cash.” he said. She just looked down crestfallen,
“Maybe I deserve a slapped face?” I suggested. “What now?” she asked. “How about now?” I suggested. I let her wash up and I did too, and we had coffee and then we went to bed to sleep. “Oh that’s awkward, hows about domestic servant?” he suggested. It was becoming a habit, and too many folks knew about it, me and Jayne screwing when she was supposed to be in Jail, and when I came back to the Bank on Friday all muddied up after handing out meat pies and screwing her under a tree in a rain storm, just one lone tree in
