Tina shrugged. My dad was on the road– he’s a trucker– and one day, I guess, she just ingested an entire bottle of pills. “In fact, we were all surprised that Razor let you go to that party the other night. She watched on as Sabrina slid off the sofa, her hands still tenderly exploring Tina’s tits. I acted like the girl Uncle Rick and George forced me to be for those damned videos. Then, as Sabrina ran her long tongue up the length of the girl’s soft labia, Tina saw stars as she came. Look, can you work tonight?”
Tina glanced over at the clock. Sabrina laughed. Then she said, “You know, I’m sixteen…”
“Really?” Sabrina asked, sounding genuinely surprised. You stopped him.”
The bouncer had eyed her suspiciously for a long moment before looking away and saying, “No problem.”
“Here,” the girl had pressed, putting the sixty-dollars she’d earned from that man into the bouncer’s tip jar. But the scar was a permanent reminder of her summer at Uncle Rick’s. My dad was on the road– he’s a trucker–
