it was a common language that which covered my skin covered me with conversation dirty and full of fuck lost in mississippi but it was a common language we were out of money, truck broke down, and stuck. really, truely stuck. the man in the bar was loaded, with booze and cash. said he'd give me a grand if i pulled down my panties, bent over, and gave him ten minutes. so right there at the bar, all 12 people in the bar watching, they came down. i bent over. i didn't figure that the redneck bastard had the balls, but i was wrong. i heard him spit on his hand. felt the spit on my lips. felt the head of his dick. felt opened. right there at the bar, in front of everyone. it only took him 4 minutes, and he was polite enough to pull out and cum on my ass. i took the grand, plus $400 in thanks from the rest, went outside to the truck, put the money down on the seat, and looked at him. " any better ideas? " after a hesitation... " naw. naw, i'm fuckin' stuck, babe." missisippi. it had been a pretty good show. the next day some local drove his beat up ford out, and after unloading what had to be a lifelong collection of greasy tools out of it, fixed the truck for $200. we asked him if he had any coke, and he said that his brother could get some if we could wait about an hour. we left for atlanta with a fixed truck, an 8-ball of decent blow, $978 in cash, and a new regret.Birth sign: Virgo
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