I was sitting around the house getting drunk and horny one night, right after divorcing my second wife. My girlfriend was in jail, and that’s how it was at that time. It could have been worse. It could have been me in jail. But anyway, the phone rang, usually it would be a telemarketer, but this time I got lucky. It was Laurie, who I knew from the bar that I frequented. “Heh, Jeff, this is Laurie. I’ve got a big favor to ask. I don’t have anywhere to live, can I come over and stay with you. I’ll clean your house and everything. I’ll cook too, you won’t have to do a thing. I know you’ve just got one bedroom so I’ll sleep in the den.” Well, she had it all figured out, I just wasn’t too sure about the part about sleeping in the den. I knew where she was going to sleep and I’ll bet she did too. I told her sure, come on over.

Laurie had shown up from out of nowhere. She had left her home and family up north and come down South to try her luck. She probably got run off from home, but who knows? She seemed like a nice girl in a way, but she was also sort of a sorry whore too. I felt she was fuckin’ her way around just to have a place to stay. Everybody does something for a living.

After about a half hour, Laurie’s $100 car pulled up in the driveway. She pulled her luggage out of the back seat: one garbage bag filled full of clothes.