“So how much you charging?” I asked. “No sir, someone has to pay a lot of money for my cherry.” she said boldly. It was a regular evening in Pine Ridge Nebraska and as I enjoyed a well earned beer in a bar just down the street from my temporary home so a wizened old guy said “Excuse me sir,” real politely, “You work for Jenkins Logging?”
“Sure,” I agreed, work for it, I damned well owned it. “Ok, I guess that’s fair.” she agreed. “Right,” I agreed, “So why don’t you need a job?”
“Cause I got a job lined up whoring,” she said, “My teacher said if I never went to no school and never got my grades all I’d be good for Walmart or whoring and I sure as hell ain’t working in no Walmart.”
“You’re hair’s wrong,” I said, “For a whore, who ever heard of a chestnut whore, it should be blonde.”
“Since when you been an expert?” she asked. “Ok don’t pay me nothing, have me on the house, like its not like you’re going to keep going all night long are you?” she observed. “You tell me?” I suggested. “Oh gee that’s better,” she said, so I did they other one and went right to it sucking on the distended nipple, “Gee that’s nice,” she admitted as I went
