A.T. Hicks

She had hit rock-bottom. She had given a blow job to a man who for all intents and purposes, was a bum. He had smelled so bad, she forced him to spray on some of the perfume she always carried in her purse. Her favorite perfume. After tonight, she was quitting. Yeah, she__ have to go back home with her two kids, grovel to her mama and work a dead-end job, but anything was better than getting down on your knees to give a guy as disgusting as Lenny a one-off.

Do_you_have_a_hard_time_finding_Steve__ dick?_ she enunciated, enjoying Mary__ extreme discomfort. __e__ big as a fuckin_ house so I imagine it might be a bit of a problem._ The New Jersey accent that was still there after more than fifteen years in the south, resurfaced in her aggravation.