Harvey decided not to waken his wife, just go on down to the office. Today was the day he was going to plow that eighteen-year-old furrow. Maybe he'd wait until quitting time and fuck her on his desk while her boy friend waited in the outer office. And then maybe he couldn't wait that long. Virginia awakened an hour later. Her cunt was a little sore, but then it always was after Harvey fucked her. Perhaps if he did it more often…

After a quick, hot shower, she slipped a robe over her still damp body and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. She read the morning paper, drank three cups of coffee, and smoked half a dozen cigarettes before deciding to get dressed. A loud crash in their garage brought her out of her chair. She went quickly to the door and timidly peered out. Harvey's car was gone, of course hers was still there. She saw nothing else until Joe, the trash boy, came out from behind the car and looked at her sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Simmas. I dropped the trash can and it spilled all over the floor. I'll clean it up."

Virginia looked at the mess on the floor in front of her car. She felt irritation at the clumsy boy as she watched him bend over and scoop the debris back into the can. He was from the other side of town, the poor side, and he was less than neatly dressed. He had an old pick-up truck and collected trash to earn extra money. The city was presently on a bare-bones budget and had ceased public trash collection.

"It's all right, Joe," she said, unable to hide the distaste in her voice.

"Gee, I hope I didn't wake you up," he said.

"No, you didn't."

"I thought maybe I did. You look like you just got out of bed." He had a fresh smile on his lips, like he knew something he wasn't supposed to know.

"Well, I haven't been up long," she said, brushing at her hair, a blush coloring her cheeks.

He really was rather cute, black curly hair, white perfect teeth, a deep cleft in his chin, and his clothing was just tattered, not dirty. Looking at the handsome boy, she remembered a tale one of her neighbors had told her about him. Helen, the neighbor, had invited him in for a cold drink and he had helped himself to a beer, not soda. She'd heard a few rumors about Helen, too, and wondered if the boy had helped himself to anything else.