“Sure, Claudia and one hundred,” he said. Amateur porn I guess I passed out around then, right there on the ground in the gator swamp. “Sure whore number and blood type,” Dan said, “How many whores we got Dave?” Dave threw up some more, but Sam Jarvis piped up. “Can’t we go now?” she asked. “She’s a whore right?” Dan says. “What’s wrong?” Gerry said, “Ain’t she legal?”
“No,” I said and I tried to figure out what to say, “She ain’t registered.”
“Hey Jarvis get down here,” Gerry shouted and trooper Dave Davis staggered drunkenly from his truck and came across, “His whore ain’t registered,” he said. “No the girl, this a mobile whore house?” he asks quite seriously. “Sure have,” Dan agreed, “Why?”
“Fuckaroolee time,” Gerry said, “Dumbass!”
“Hey,” I said. “No problem, just get her branded and we’ll do the paperwork tomorrow,” Dave agreed as he broke wind and then threw up into the creek. “Fine, I’ll drop you at my house,” I said, “Save me a twenty mile hike.”
She shut up then, I guess she thought she could talk me around and started talking in her cell phone, she got real pissed when it died, ten miles out of town. “So I’m a whore.” she admitted between sucks. “It’s time,” she said.
