The following week passed rather uneventfully. Libby collected another seven dollars and fifteen cents by sucking three cocks. The extra dollar and fifteen cents had been collected from Reverend Daniels' son, Luke, having given him this special rate for a second blow job during the same session.

It was Thursday night again, and her mother was in a bitchy mood because Big Red had not stopped by. He usually arrived around seven-thirty, had dinner, and then retired to the trailer with her when they closed the diner at nine o'clock.

"Hell," grumbled her mother about eight-thirty. "I got a Goddamn headache. I'm afraid Red ain't comin' tonight and I'm dog tired. You mind clearing up and turning out the lights when those two customers leave? I think I'll go to bed."

"Sure, Ma," Libby answered. She was waiting for Billy Jefferson to bring out the money he owed her, and he usually got there about closing time.

When the customers had finally left, Libby turned out the lights and went out on the steps to wait for Billy. The fresh air felt good to the girl, as there was a soft breeze blowing from the west. She kept listening and peering down the dark road, waiting for the lights of the pickup to appear.

When Billy Jefferson had not arrived by eleven o'clock, she got up and slowly walked toward the darkened trailer. She had learned the bitter rule of business-never suck a guy off on credit.

The next morning Libby's mother was complaining of cramps due to her period that had started during the night. She was always impossible to get along with when she had her monthly, but this time she was more ornery than usual.