“You got a skirt in your baggage?”
“Yes,” Janie agreed. “I guess you don’t have authorisation to hang outside Walmart?” “I’ll let you off the dress code but find somewhere else to hang, Ok.”
“Why?” she asked. She wanted to get drunk. “Oh it’s too much!”
Her crotch was on fire. Everything was blurred. Her face was wet and sticky with spunk.She had spunk in her hair. “And last!” Janie snapped. Jabbing. Janie didn’t think it was funny, being contracted to stand outside a downtown brothel with signs saying “Dolores Discount Whores” strapped to her front and “Whores from $25 a short time” strapped to her back. Thirsty. “No, I didn’t,” Janie explained, “I don’t like Horses! Gee how stupid could she be. First off she couldn’t get laid now she couldn’t seem to stop.
