She was trying to make up her mind whether or not it was too early to make a pickup. She had to eat and eat soon or she just knew she would fall flat on her face. She had decided last night, after sitting all night in that twenty-four-hour cafe near the Greyhound Bus Station that she had to get somebody to shack with. After making all the rounds of the recording studios and booking agents she had tried the restaurants for anything from waitress to dishwasher, but there already were too many others in the same fix ahead of her.

So, she reached her decision. Even though she had grown up around the honky tonks and red necks in that small Georgia town where she had been half-raised, she was still a virgin. She had fought for it many times in the past six years, but she did still have it. When she realized that she wasn't going anyplace she had packed her belongings and thumbed to Atlanta. From there to Nashville, and…

Counting her change, even though she knew she had exactly seventy-three cents to her name, she decided to enter the bar. At fourteen, Sue Belle looked much older. There was a look of wisdom and understanding in her eyes that would have fit a woman twice her age. She had learned much of sex from her mother, a beer bar waitress who took customers into a back room and fucked them for a five-dollar bill. Even at eight she was wise in the way of men. One of her mother's "overnight" guests had sneaked to her bed after her mother had passed out. When he found out that Sue was just too small to enter, Sue had obliged him by playing with his cock until he shot his semen all over her tiny body. There had been many other occasions, too. Sue was wise enough even then, not to put up a fight, but always, she managed to keep them from penetrating her vagina. She had even sucked an overzealous guy's cock. But she had remained a virgin.

She had never been close to her mother, but the older woman had told Sue that her Daddy was a country music singer and that he was working out of Nashville.