We went into the den and there was Fred watching an eight millimeter fuck movie on his projector. Hi Billie Joe come on in here, tell me what you...been up too. Not too much Fred and you, I said......Same old shit....he replied He started rewinding the film. Billie Joe I want to show you something you won't believe it He got it rewound back to where he wanted and started it back up Holy Shit I exclaimed there on the screen was a black dude, and he must have had at least a fourteen. When you’re sixteen and there are no job prospects and your family is poor, that makes it real tough.She’d made three trips down to the truck stop and made enough money giving blowjobs to buy gifts for her father and her boyfriend, the two most important men in her life. Her mom was long gone so that made it a little easier. She’d walked to Walmart and picked out a couple of pocketknives that looked real good. She knew that guys held them in high esteem. They were identical for her two men. She. She'd get to the girl later in the evening.She stood up and shed her robe, stood proudly and sexily in a hipshot pose drawing the male eyes. She was happy with her re- awakened body, with its newly aroused facets, and would glory in its uses to both male and female. For she could love and be loved by both sexes, and that was more than she had ever believed before.Holding out her arms, she sway-hipped toward Chuck Baker, and saw the rising of his prick as he advanced to meet her. A step to her. "I don't know what to do now that the bank job is gone..." She was hurting, so I threw her a lifeline."I don't think you need to worry about doing much of anything." She gave me a sidelong look, full of doubt, so I pressed ahead. "Mr. Bell is about to get you several hundred thousand dollars in the form of a settlement from Hillman, and I bet it won't take more than a week. Now that I've seen him in action a little bit, I can say he has got to be the best lawyer I've ever met."Let the accident.