Freda replaced the top of the bottle. "Well, it'll be as good as new in no time. And listen, make those scummy assholes wash their cocks off. They know the damn things're dirty, and they know they stink."

"Naw, nobody ever thinks his cock's dirty and smelly. Like us. You ever think your cunt smells?"

"Hell, I know it does!" Freda said. "Jesus, after a Saturday night when I've screwed a battalion of-

men, I can smell the damn thing a block away."

"How many bites I got down there?" asked Tuesday.

"Well, he got you real good right in the twat. Looks like he tried to bite the left lip off. That's a real bad place. Then you got a bunch of scratches over the inside of your legs running all back to your asshole. You got a couple of nips out of your stomach, too. But the main thing is that big chunk right out of the middle of your cunt."

"I wish I could have pissed in his face or, even better, blown him out with a big fart!"

Freda laughed. "You're okay. You'll be going strong tomorrow."

"Yeah, I guess," Tuesday said. "Thanks for the paint job."

"Think nothin' of it," Freda said. "You're a tough ole gal. How'd you ever turn hooker anyhow? Not that it's any of my business…"

"Oh, shit. I'm not touchy about what's happened to me," Tuesday said. "It's been a great big sack of skunk-shit as long as I can remember. Hell, I never had nothing worth a damn, and I guess I was always trying to shove some pussy off in exchange for a friend or a chance to be somebody."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, like I can remember when I was eighteen. That summer they sent me to a miserable camp. Shit, it was worse than a prison. All these split-tailed assholes who were so fucking cute. And you know me… hell…I'm trying to be friendly with everybody,