It’s ridiculously hot for June. The weatherman said it was supposed to be mild today, but the Georgia sun bares down on me as I walk the dusty dirt road behind Mr. Reed’s farm. My cut off jean shorts and my bra, buried under my loose tank top, are soaked with sweat. I guess I should have tried to get a ride from someone, but that would have taken time and Mr. Reed doesn’t like it when I’m late for our meetings, especially since we have to plan them carefully so that we don’t get caught.
A lot of people know what I do and Mr. Reed, being a proper man in town, doesn’t want gossip. No one cares what poor white trash like me gets up to, but the hoity toity would have a cow if they knew I was consorting with one of their own. It was one thing to be a common whore, but the whole town knows my Pa has been selling me off for a dime since I was old enough to drive. That kind of sinfulness scares them, and Mr. Reed is a church going man. He doesn’t want his reputation tarnished by the town whore.