Bonnie had been happy waiting tables at the diner. Sure it got rough sometimes on the night shift but you learned to take it, close yourself off to it somehow. Then he’d come along, smooth talking Clark, hanging around the diner every night, told her he’d take her away, make her a queen. And she’d gone with him, lord help her, even though Momma cried.
And where were they now? No money, no place to live – flat out busted – and all Clark wanted to do was sit on her lap and suck her tit. At least back at the diner she got paid for it.
And where were they now? No money, no place to live – flat out busted – and all Clark wanted to do was sit on her lap and suck her tit. At least back at the diner she got paid for it.
2 comments:
That no-good, smooth-talkin' Clark. She should knife him good.
It's her own fault. Obviously Clark can't even work, look at him. What was she thinking?
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