Quintessa is 39 and Rosa is 18. Rosa felt more exposed somehow as the pickup slowed to a stop outside. “You are my daughter …” Rosa reached her hand out and they held hands. Her only view of a farm had been movies, TV, and what was visible from major highways. Her mouth opened reflexively to gasp and was filled. Rosa smiled, shifted and pushed a small distance between her and Diego, grabbed the hem of her tee-shirt and started pulling it up her body, quickly being assisted by his hand. Until later … until lunch break. They send most of their money back South to their families.”
Rosa nodded as she watched the men drive away on the ATV. Quintessa was still sitting on Tomas, but now was across his lap. Well Quintessa had made sure of that, but they also attractive and appreciative. “I may have suggested something to them.”
“My mom is pimping me out?”
Quintessa giggled, “What was your word?
