HUNG HASHSLINGER

HUNG HASHSLINGER

Trixie’s feet hurt. She had pulled a double shift at the diner. Gracie was now pretty big with a growing baby and needed a day off her swollen ankles. Trixie didn’t mind helping out her friend. She really didn’t have anything else to do.

At twenty five, she was unmarried. And in 1955, that was saying A LOT! It wasn’t due to her looks. She was five feet eight, dark hair hanging down below her shoulders, the shiny strands framing strong facial features. She possessed her mother’s breasts, D cups that sat high on her broad chest. Her hips were slim, her ass, well, she thought it could be a little bit rounder. Shrugging, she knew that was all she was going to get out of her mix of family traits.

Thursday nights were usually slow and this one was no different. She had Hank at the counter finishing his lemon custard pie and coffee. This was his breakfast time for he worked at the newspaper’s printing plant. He’d be working all night to get the paper printed for tomorrow’s readers. Hank was a nice guy, probably fifty or so. Poor soul, he lost his wife to tuberculosis fifteen years ago. He was so devastated that he never remarried.

Trixie also noticed the ‘bottle blonde’ Dorothy sitting in the corner booth. She was what Gracie called a ‘hunter’, though another word would have sufficed just as well. Gussied up as best as she could on her meager wages from the cigar store down the block, she would sit all night looking for lonely men to spend some quality time with. Laughing inwardly, Trixie had to admit, though Dorothy wasn’t the prettiest girl in town, she sure was getting action. More action than Trixie EVER had. She admired and detested the made up tart.

It was a part of her self hatred that made her jealous of the harlot. Dorothy really was very nice, tipping when she could. Trixie fed her coffee most of the evening, sometimes to closing time if the customer count was low. Dorothy would stand and shrug, “Better luck next time.” She’d wish Trixie a good night and walk out, moving her meaty hips sexily, just in case.

Looking at the clock Trixie noticed it was nine thirty. The diner closed at ten. Another half hour of all the excitement and Trixie could go back to her $20 a week room. Luxury at its best. Wiping the counter the bell above the door jingled. A man carrying a racing form and a red headed woman on his arm, entered and sat down. Trixie frowned, knowing she’d be getting out a little later than usual now.

Grabbing two menus, she walked over to the couple and handed them out. “You want some coffee?”

The man grunted and the woman nodded, thanking Trixie. Behind the counter she lit the large griddle and dropped a dollop of butter on the heating metal surface. Grabbing two mugs, she filled them with steaming java from the large nickel plated urn on the rear shelf.

She put the mugs in front of the newcomers, grabbing her order pad from her apron pocket and her pencil sticking from behind her ear.

“What’ll you have?”

“I’d like a hamburger with the chicken soup,” the man ordered. Trixie arched her eyebrow. It was customary for the lady you are with to order first. Turning she saw the cute young woman smiling up at her.

“A ham sandwich with cole slaw please.” Jotting the order down on the pad she grabbed the menus and went back behind the counter. Opening up the Frigidaire she pulled out a beef patty and tossed it onto the now hot griddle.

“Hey Mack, you want cheese on that beef?’ Trixie called out.

“Naw, maybe some onion.” Trixie waved her okay and worked to get the burger cooking while expertly making the ham sandwich. She cut a slice of onion, flipped the brown patty and set the slice onto the meat. She heard Hank put some coins on the countertop and turned.

“See ya Trix. It was real good.” Trixie smiled. He ALWAYS said that. “Good night Hank.” He went toward the men’s room and soon the sound of coins dropping, a pull of the lever and the thud of a pack of smokes thundered about the near empty eatery.

As he came back he tore at the cellophane and walked out the door. Immediately, Dorothy set her money on the counter and followed Hank out without a word. Trixie watched them leave, her gears turning.

‘That devil. He’s gonna get some before work,’ she thought and smirked knowingly. ‘He’s not as old as I thought.’ Turning toward her task, she finished putting the order together and set the plates down in front of her customers.

The man lifted his empty coffee mug and waved it in front of Trixie, still studying the horse rag. “More.” Trixie eyed the jerk with near contempt. Customer or no customer, he wasn’t going to treat her like a slave. She was just as human as he was. Hell, probably more so.

Trixie tried to control her ire as she grabbed a pot and filled it at the urn. Waltzing back she waited for him to raise the mug again. The dummy did. Smiling, Trixie poured the hot coffee onto the man’s hand and wrist.

“AHHHH,” the man shouted, dropping the mug and staggering back out of the seat. “YOU STUPID COW!”

“DAVID!” the young woman shouted and stood.

”YOU SHUT UP! ONE WORD OUTTA YOU AND YOU’LL GET YOURS BUT GOOD!”

Trixie looked at the brave woman and saw horror in her shining eyes. Obviously this was not the first time the man had threatened to abuse her. And probably honored his word in the past.

The man eyed Trixie hard. She made sure to let him know she wasn’t a push over by staring right back. He must have felt he was in a losing battle and pulled a half dollar out of his pocket, flinging it onto the wet table.

“Come on, let’s go,” he said, grabbing the woman roughly, dragging her out of the place as she pled with him to let her eat.

Sighing heavily, Trixie turned the closed sign on the door. Then she grabbed the coin off the table and began the drudgery of cleaning up for the night.

She shut off the griddle, washed the dishes, wiped down the counter and tables and counted out the receipts, putting the money in the deposit bag for Floyd, the owner to take in the morning before he opened the grease joint. Pocketing her three dollars in tips in her apron she frowned.

Some coffee splashes had gotten on the front of the apron so she took it off and went to the ladies room. She rinsed it off in the sink and hung it up on a coat hook on the wall to drip dry over night, plopping her hair net over the straps of the make shift laundry. Pocketing her coins in her own skirt, she felt the urge so she walked into a stall and pulled up her hem, letting her fourteen inch cock get some much needed air. Aiming in into the porcelain bowl, she let go a steady stream of coffee fueled piss, the dull thudding filling the small room.

Trixie jumped at hearing a theatrical gasp behind her. Turning her head quickly, she saw the young red head holding her hands to her gaping mouth. Without a word, the woman fumbled about and left. Thinking quickly she realized she forgot to lock the front door. The little scene with the jerk had thrown off her usual routine.

Shaking the last drops from her partially hidden cock head, she flushed the toilet and washed up. Walking back into the dining area she looked about.

“Hello?’ she called out. Shrugging, Trixie locked the front door, pulled the shades and grabbed her coat. Giving everything another once over, she left from the rear of the place, turning off the lights as her last act of the night. With the heavy steel door locked, Trixie made her way up the alley to Main Street and her two block walk home.

Mrs. O’Shannon was sitting in the parlor of the rooming house as Trixie stepped into the entryway, the TV could be heard playing softly.

“’ello dearie,” she called out from behind her knitting.

“Evening Mrs. O’Shannon.”

“No calls, just a few letters next to the phone there,” she said, motherly. Trixie grabbed the two letters and walked up the three flights to her room.

Once inside, she kicked off the shoes, pulled down the hose and sat on her bed, rubbing each sore tootsie. Casually looking down she saw the first letter was an advertisement for study at home TV repair but the other one was from her sister Alice.

Intrigued, she opened the envelope. She hadn’t heard from her sister since eloping with a salesman from Los Angeles. She read it quickly, laughing quietly as she found out she was an aunt. At the end of the letter was a plea for her to come out to LA and live with them while she looked for work. Alice kept stressing all the ‘opportunities’ out there.

Trixie set the letter down on her bed and stood, pulling off the rest of her clothes. Donning a robe, she grabbed a towel, her Lifebuoy soap, Colgate toothpaste and her Fitch shampoo. Locking her room she plodded down the worn carpet to the community bathroom. It was open so she turned on the light, closed and locked the door and began her much needed bath in the ancient claw foot tub.

Twenty minutes later, a clean and dry Trixie entered her room and locked the door. Deftly, she tiptoed to her dresser and fished out the tobacco tin hidden under her folded blouses. Prying off the metal top she peered in, seeing her life savings. There was over a hundred dollars inside. Placing her tips inside, she carefully closed the container and hid it once again. Hanging the robe on the back of the door she climbed into her lumpy bed. Snuggling under the covers, she grabbed the novel she had been reading: Forever Amber.

It was a torrid novel that helped to get Trixie’s motor running. This was the closest thing to romance she was going to get. She’d had a used book dealer in the seedier part of town looking for a copy of Lady Chatterley’s Lover but he had been unsuccessful so far. She knew about the novel and wanted, no, NEEDED to read it.

Feeling her thing slithering about under the warmth of the blankets, Trixie hurriedly finished the chapter and put the book on the side table. Squeezing her thighs she felt her bulk below her knees. She could feel the fullness of her boy bits too.

“Dammit,” she groaned. Acting as if it was a chore, she pulled her legs up tenting the starched sheets over her lower body. Slowly she snaked her hands underneath and encircled her penis, pulling it up and holstering it into her covered cleavage.

Closing her eyes she began the dirty act of rubbing her penis up and down, her tits adding additional sensations as her arms moved them about the engorged bulb. She thought about the sexy passages she had read and felt her heat increase, her penis jerk excitedly. Then something made Trixie shiver.

She saw the young red head in her mind’s eye. It was the look of horror that seemed to haunt her most. Using her unruly imagination, she began to dream that the pretty woman saw her cock, giving her that look of horror. But in Trixie’s perverse mind, it was a look of wanton lust for her boy bat.

Working her hands faster she imagined the woman leaving that jerk and being with her, enjoying all of Trixie’s goodies. Hissing loudly as her mind raced with flashes of naked girl skin, she tossed her had back onto her pillow. Hissing moved to soft moaning which invariably led to deep groaning as her large testes pulled up tight, forcing Trixie to widen her legs a bit to give her sperm sacks room.

“Oh yeah,” Trixie groaned, feeling her cum working its way up her pussy pounder. With a muffled squeal her release had arrived, dousing her cleavage and neck with her girl seed. The warm gushing liquid felt wonderful between her large breasts as it began to trail down her stomach. Then she giggled as the last trickle dripped from her cock head.

“Gotta do this BEFORE the bath next time,” she said softly. Grabbing a wad of Kleenex out of the box, she worked to sop up the copious emission off her sweaty body. Tossing the soaked tissues onto the floor she rolled onto her side, hugging her still bloated cock and drifted off to sleep, a contented smile on her face.

The shrill ringing of her alarm clock shocked her out of a VERY erotic dream. Sitting up she felt the heavy weight of her engorged disgrace slide along the stiff sheet below her.

“Not again,” she groaned. Grunting, Trixie stood, grabbed her robe and toiletries and padded down the hallway in her worn slippers. Even though her cock was slapping her legs as she walked she knew it would go away soon. It always did.

Getting the tub going she brushed her teeth, checked her face. Yeah, a few lines already. Shaking her head in dismay she disrobed and entered the warm water. Working quickly she cleaned up the dried on spunk from her chest and tummy. Knowing other people worked also she made the washing more a quickie. Soon she was drying off and donning her robe. Skipping down the hall she was soon dressed with her coat worn like a cape about her broad shoulders, working her way down the creaky stairs.

A few cars were already on the street as she made her way to Floyd’s place. Entering the front door her nose was pleasantly assaulted by the wonderful smell of fatty bacon sizzling on the griddle.

The fat man behind the counter turned and grunted. “Hey Floyd.” He waved over his shoulder and tended the cooking food.

There were two people already sitting at the counter, sipping hot coffee and dunking donuts.

Putting her coat in the back room she entered the women’s room and gathered her dried apron and hair net.

Soon enough, the morning rush was upon her. Gracie showed up late, having had a rough morning over the toilet.

“You’re STILL sick?’ Trixie asked.

“Not all the time. It comes and goes. My mother said she was sick the whole time. I dunno.”

“Aw, I’m sorry kid. If you need some time or want to leave early, I’ll work the shift. Okay?”

Gracie teared up and hugged her coworker. “Thanks Trix.”

“HEY, I ain’t payin’ you two good money to play house,” Floyd said gruffly over his shoulder.

Gracie rolled her eyes and bent toward her co worker. “Yeah, good money. Thirty cents and hour.”

Trixie giggled and got to work. Being a Friday, she knew it would be a good day for tips. Most people called it PAYDAY! Lunch would be a hoot. Lots of the furniture factory workers would be coming over and eat heartily.

The drudgery of the day past slowly. Wiping a table in a booth next to the front window Trixie blinked and did a double take. She swore she saw the red head across the street. Blinking again she looked and the woman was gone.

“What’s wrong honey?” Gracie said, laying a hand on her friend’s shoulder.

“N-nothing. Thought I saw someone I knew.”

“Oh. Well, table six is waitin’ for their order.” Trixie nodded and got back to work, now with an eye at the window in case she really did see the vision.

Floyd usually left at three to pick his horde of kids up from school. His wife slaved away at the paper mill. Gracie was having problems with her ankles and feet again so Trixie sucked it up and sent her home. “You can make it up to me after you have the kid.”

Gracie pecked her friend’s cheek and waddled out of the dive. ‘Poor kid,” thought Trixie. ‘That husband of hers was always all over Gracie. This was their first baby but probably not the last.’

Washing some dishes she turned to grab a towel to dry them when she saw the red head peering in the front window. Trixie’s heart literally caught in her throat. With a gasp she tossed the towel on the counter and marched to the front door. The woman ran away. Outside, Trixie looked down the bustling street but didn’t spot the phantom.

“What is going on?’ she asked herself. Shaking her head she went back inside to her task. Dinner time was good, with some kids and their lust driven brains directing them to use the small allowances on their girls. A lot of burgers were ordered. Around seven the place was again dry except for the usuals.

Dorothy had her spot in the corner booth. Hank was due to arrive in about an hour. Then by nine thirty she’d get a surge of more giggling kids from the Bijou theater a block down the street. Friday’s were always her best night for tips. And tonight she would double her take since Gracie was gone.

With some down time Trixie leaned her ass against the back counter and watched the few people enjoy their food. She’d already grabbed a quick bite once her dinner crowd was satiated and on their way.

A shadowy form went past the front window. Trixie’s pulse raced immediately. Then she caught herself. ‘You’re acting like a school girl. Stop it,’ she thought. She didn’t see anything recognizable.

Sighing she scraped the griddle of burnt grease. Feeling her body flagging a bit she grabbed a mug of coffee and sipped the piping hot elixir.

Diner’s left, others arrived. So did Hank. He took his usual spot and ordered his expected steak and eggs.

Trixie worked hard to satisfy all the customers. She made especially sure Hank got a good cut of meat from the icebox. She knew how he liked it and got his food on a plate soon enough.

“Hey Hank,” she said casually, sipping a refilled mug of coffee for herself. “So how was work last night?”

Hank’s eyes flicked up at her as he forked a piece of steak into his mouth. “Don’t worry. I’m just sayin’ I saw.”

“Saw what?’ he asked around his full mouth.

Trixie nodded her head toward Dorothy sitting in the far booth. Hank didn’t turn but a slight smile formed on his chewing lips. “It was good,” he said after swallowing.

“I’m glad,” Trixie said, touching Hank on his hand resting on the counter. “Hope it didn’t cost you much,” she said softly.

Hank looked at her funny like. “Didn’t cost me a cent. She GIVES it away.” Trixie laughed loudly. So Dorothy was really just an adventuress. She wasn’t a, well, THAT word.

A few couples came in and Trixie was busy once more. By nine thirty, she got busier. Loud kids began to pour into the place. The jukebox was blaring non stop. At one point all the tables and counter stools were filled. Hank left now and Dorothy went out ten minutes later figuring she wasn’t going to get any that night with all those kids.

At ten, with some groups still eating, Trixie locked the front door, turning the closed sign toward the sidewalk.

As the couples paid their bills, she let them out, relocking the door.

Soon the place was empty, the quiet deafening. Trixie giggled as she did her cleaning up. It was after twelve when she was through and tired. Knowing she had a half day on Saturday, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Removing her apron and laying it across the shiny counter she heard a knock on the door. Looking up she tried to peer into the darkness. Fingering her twelve fifty in her skirt pocket she felt wary of answering the door. This was more than half her weekly rent. With the rest of the weeks tips and her thirty cents an hour she could actually open a bank account soon.

Cautiously she strode to the door. She stopped suddenly. The face of the red head was THERE, at the window. Thinking the vision would disappear like the previous times, she blinked. The woman rapped on the door again, rattling the waitress’ soul. Trixie scrambled to open the door.

“W-what are YOU doing here?” Trixie gushed, shutting the door behind the entering woman, snapping the lock tightly. She pulled the shades down on the windows angrily.

“I-I-I just HAD to see you,” the woman spoke softly.

Trixie wiped her face in frustration, pulling off the hair net.. “I’ve been seeing you all day. Who ARE you?”

“My name is Sadie. Sadie O’Hara.”

“W-what do you want with ME?” asked Trixie.

“I want to see.”

“See WHAT?” Trixie spat.

“Do I really have to say it?” Sadie said, looking down.

Trixie stuttered and spat. “I don’t know WHAT you’re talking about.”

“I saw you.”

“You saw me do WHAT?”

“I have one too,” Sadie whispered, blushing.

Trixie shivered. “W-what?”

“I have what you have,” she said, looking downward to her shuffling feet.

“WAIT! YOU have what I have?”

Sadie nodded holding her balled up fists around her crotch, pressing into her pleated skirt.

“Are you intimate with that jerk?”

Sadie gave a short laugh. “He’s usually too drunk to do anything. I make sure of that.”

“THEN WHY? Why do you go through with all that?”

She shrugged. “I need someone,” she said sadly.

“Someone for WHAT?” asked an exasperated Trixie.

“I dunno. Just someone.”

“That’s STUPID! You like being threatened? Being BEAT UP?”

Sadie began to cry, palms covering her face, her body wracked with her sobs.

Thinking quickly, Trixie sighed. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” SO sophomoric.

“REALLY?” Sadie cried, her face bright with joy. Trixie nodded.

Sadie’s shaky fingers worked at her skirt, lifting the hem of the gray cloth.

As if a curtain was drawn up for a theater performance, the red head’s secret was revealed. A cute seven inch cock shot up from the leg of the frumpy panties she wore. The apple sized balls were bunched up inside the stretchy fabric. She looked up at Trixie with doe eyed lust and approval.

“That’s beautiful,” Trixie gushed with wonderment. She thought she was the only one on earth like herself.

“C-can I see it?” Sadie asked coyly, flicking a finger over her bottom lip.

Without taking her eyes of the pretty red head, Trixie lifted her skirt slowly, revealing her girl cock already at her knees, slowly filling with lust driven blood.

“Oh my,” Sadie hissed behind her hands at her mouth. Her eyes were wide. Trixie felt a twinge of de ja voux as the look she wanted to see from the woman. Her heat rising fast, Trixie began tearing at her clothing, soon standing naked, vulnerable and hard as stone.

“I can’t believe it. You’re so big. And beautiful.”

“Hurry. I want to see you too,” Trixie said throatily, softly caressing her strong cock as the red head’s clothing fell to the floor.

The poor young woman probably didn’t weigh a hundred pounds. Almost every bone could be seen popping up somewhere under her alabaster skin. She was so petite and delicate yet she possessed a growing monster also. Her seven inches was snaking past ten and getting thicker, pulsing veins bulging with fuck power.

Stepping to the smaller woman, Trixie wrapped her arms about the warm body and leaned down, her wet lips touching Sadie’s.

Groaning deeply, the two dick women went to it, tongues wrestling, hands caressing. Feeling her long cock drip some pre cum onto her bare foot, Trixie pulled away with a gasp.

“I want you so bad,” she growled, grabbing Sadie’s hand and leading her to a stool at the counter. Sadie sat as Trixie took her place in front, lifing the thin legs up. Grabbing her hanging cock she levered it up, softly touching the sponge head against the moist flaps of Sadie’s snatch under her ball sack.

The prickly hairs made Trixie shiver as she felt her dick go into another human being for the first time.

She stuttered a breath at the intense sensation. Sadie cooed and watched Trixie’s trunk disappear into her most intimate insides.

“Oh my God, you’re going so deep,” Sadie groaned, grabbing a tiny nipple roughly. Biting her lip Sadie felt some discomfort but the full feeling was also turning her heat up.

Working her strong hips slowly, Trixie slithered her cock in until she only had three inches or so exposed.

“W-wow,” Sadie shivered. “I didn’t know I could get it all in.”

“Almost,” Trixie groaned and pistoned her cock in and out of Sadie’s body faster and faster.

“God your soaking wet,” Trixie gasped as she worked hard to cum. Her thick shaft gleamed with Sadie’s slit sauce.

Sadie started to pant and whine as she hit her first orgasm. Grasping her thighs tightly, she pulled them back, knees to her ears as she began to hyperventilate as she hit her peak.

“Don’t stop,” she shrieked and Trixie felt Sadie’s insides literally collapse around her throbbing cock. It felt as if a giant fist was holding onto her dick.

As Sadie rode out her release, Trixie grabbed onto the painfully hard dick bobbing around in front of her. Shafting it in synch with her dicking, Sadie’s brain exploded in sexual bliss. With another hard cum racing through her loins, Sadie whined louder, her body vibrating as both women watched thick tendrils of girl goo shoot out of the super hard cock.

The shots overshot Sadie’s head and landed behind the counter. With Trixie still working her own cock faster, Sadie tossed her head back, now getting facefuls of her own baby batter as her shots slowed down.

Seeing the pretty plastered face, Trixie felt the itch in her cock and groaned as her thick shaft bulged even harder as her balls scattered their seed into the now screaming woman.

As her testes emptied their juice, Trixie slowed her fucking, rejoicing in the feel of putting her baby makers into another dick girl. Even stopping her dicking still was pleasurable to the waitress. She felt her cock pulse and fire volleys of dick food into the soaked innards.

After a minute, Trixie slowly worked her slimy cock out of a satiated Sadie.

“Whew, that was wonderful,” she said breathlessly.

“I feel so good,” Sadie purred, sitting up on the stool. They both watched an avalanche of sperm ooze out of Sadie’s gaping snatch. It pooled on the floor between them. “You gave me quite a load,” she giggled.

“Yeah. Didn’t know I had it in me.”

“I’m glad it’s in me though.”

The women cleaned up in the bathroom and dressed.

“I’ve got to clean up the mess. You go on home,” Trixie instructed.

“Can I see you again?”

“Sure. Now go on.” She kissed Sadie softly, unlocked the door and sent the cute young woman on her way.

Another hour and Trixie was bathing in the tub at her place. She scrubbed her body clean, paying particular attention to her cock and balls. Brushing her teeth and donning her robe she went back to her room.

She climbed into bed and reached for her book, stopped and thought she didn’t need it anymore. Turning the light out she went to sleep, sexually satisfied.

Not seeing Sadie for a week made Trixie mad, uptight, bitchy, and grouchy. It didn’t help she got her period too.

On Friday she took the late shift so she could clean the joint up properly. Gracie had been negligent about mopping the floors. As big as she was, Trixie couldn’t really yell at her so took it on herself to do it right.

There were a few diners still around, finishing their meal. Trixie lit up a cigarette and leaned against the counter, not really thinking of anything when Sadie walked in and came to Trixie, a worried look on her face.

Looking around suspiciously, Sadie leaned over. “I’m late,” she whispered.

Trixie blinked. “Late? For what?”

“For not being pregnant,” Sadie growled lowly.

“Oh. OH! Wow. Um, well, you sure?”

“Not yet. I’m seeing the doctor tomorrow for the test.”

“I see.”

“And I need ten dollars for it.”

“Uh huh. Okay.” Turning to the register, she opened it and grabbed two fivers. She handed them to Sadie.

“Thank’s Trixie. I-I’ll let you know.” Sadie carefully made her way out of the diner. Trixie, too stunned to say anything, ran to the door and watched Sadie and that jerk walking down the street together.

A light flicked on in her head. She was SUCH a CHUMP! She got taken by a fucking con artist. Brimming with anger, Trixie announced to the two teen lovers and the truck driver at the end of the counter the place was closing.

She closed and locked the door, flipped the open sign and began to do her ritual of cleaning. The customers finished their meals, paid their tabs and left. Alone, Trixie began to cry as she worked. A heaviness sat on her heart. She thought she might have found someone who would appreciate what she was but was run over by a Mack truck instead.

With eyes red and emotions shattered, she staggered back to her room. She noticed the opened letter from her sister and reread it. Like turning a switch she decided to leave town. Still angry she packed her belongings in her two suitcases. Giving the room another sweep, she opened her door and turned the light off. Having paid up for the week she didn’t owe Mrs. O’Shannon anything.

In the foyer she jotted a note to her about leaving and thanking her for being wonderful towards her. She left a forwarding address but warned NOT to give it out to anyone but the postman.

Next, she used the aged phone and got the bus station. She found she’d have to pay eighty dollars for the ticket to Los Angeles, having to transfer in Topeka. On her walk she passed Lloyd’s joint. Biting her lip she unlocked the door and went in. She took out her pay for the week, knowing she would have gotten it tomorrow anyway. Remembering she gave ten dollars to that BITCH she figured she only had another eight dollars coming. Taking it she wrote a quick note to Lloyd, letting him know she was moving on and took her salary. She thanked him for letting her work the three years there.

Locking up, she walked to the bus station, sleeping on a bench until the ten a.m. bus arrived. Buying some snacks for the trip she got onto the oily smelling bus and sat down, dreaming of a new life, a new place and new people to meet. ‘Los Angeles was so much bigger than this berg,’ she thought.

Smiling now, she watched the passengers load up and giggled as the bus moved out of the car barn and headed west.