When the last lunch customer had left, her mother went back to the trailer, telling Libby to close the cafe for the day.

Locking the door and putting the closed sign out, Libby began mopping the floor. She hated the world today. She hated the crummy diner. She hated her mother, and most of all she hated Billy Jefferson for fuckin' her out of a dollar and a half.

A loud knock on the door snapped Libby out of her dreary thoughts. Looking through the greasy glass, she saw Big Red beaming in at her.

"What's going on?" he asked when she unlocked the door.

"Ma ain't feelin' well," was her answer as she locked the door behind him.

"What's the trouble?"

"It's her Goddamned period," she replied. "Why don't you go out to the trailer and see her? Might cheer her up, and while you're gone, I'll put some coffee."

When he returned a few minutes later, Libby put a cup of coffee on the counter in front of him.

"God," he grumbled. "She sure is in a bad mood. Told me to get my ass out and leave her alone."

"Don't worry," she giggled, leaning across the counter, making sure he could see her big luscious nipples daringly exposed under her low-cut neckline. "Libby's always ready to take care of you."

She was pleased with the expression that came over his eyes as he boldly stared at her nearly bare jugs.

"Do you like my boobs, Red?" she smiled, looking up at him with her lazy, hall-closed eyes.

"Yeah," he grunted, draining his cup. "They're pretty good for a kid. Now can I have some more coffee?"

Her ego deflated, she poured him another cup and walked around the counter, seating herself on the stool next to his. Pulling her short skirt up, exposing a big slab of her soft naked thighs, she placed her elbow on the table, and resting her upturned face in her hand, she looked straight into his eyes. "You still think I'm a fuckin' kid, don't you?"