But she didn’t last but for the second of one of Papa’s big drunks. Sex videos “Good God, the burdens of a father with a motherless girl to raise,” he said. I enjoyed it just the same, except when one or another brash boy would range up alongside, smirking and grinning, and I’d have to speak nasty to discourage him. I took it into my bedroom and dropped the quarter into the jar. I looked at the floorbed of the truck. So something had already made up my mind for me. After the longest while, though, I heard him go to his own bed, take off his overalls and shirt, and lie down with a tired grunt. He wanted to put his arms around me, but wasn’t having any of that. “Here I done raised me the prettiest little girl that ever laid foot to the ground, and I can’t persuade you to do a lick of work of your own free will.”
I looked at him, already trembling inside, because that was the way he always talked when he’d taken a drink or two coming home from work. His arms were pressing me backward, so that I had to struggle to keep my feet. I reckon I knew I’d done good, and it was time to quit.
