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My name is Bud. After the state released me from prison I used my few dollars of separation money to start life anew someplace where opportunity wasn't rare or, worse, unknown. So I rode the bus to Gulfport, a town about the size of Savannah, on the Gulf of Mexico.
At Gulfport I went to the halfway house I hadda referral to. The place was an old building across the street from public housing in the slum near downtown. An old man inside the office took my referral form, gave me a room key, and a Xerox sheet of house rules. He also gave me some papers with useful information about where to eat cheap, find cheap clothes, and get a cheap bus pass. I went to the homeless shelter offering square meals for free if you stayed there, and almost nothing if you walked in off the street.
Supper was two slices of canned ham, mashed potatoes, stuffing, canned green beans, two rolls, iced tea, and a square of lime gelatin. Price: one dollar.
I ate alone but was joined by a woman who was there with another woman. She came over, sat beside me, and introduced herself. I didn't know her from Adam.
"My name is Rosie," she said, "I never seen you here before."
"I'm new," I replied.
"You look fit, you just get outta prison?" She asked.
"I am. Got outta Zephyrhills this morning."
"I'm guessin' you ain't had any pussy lately?"
"Not a lot. What's on your mind?"
"For twenty dollars I'll spend the night with you. Where you stayin'?"
"Twenty is pretty cheap," I replied.
"I'm dyin' for a cigarette, and so is my friend. You at the halfway place? Gimme the twenty now and I'll come over after the kids is asleep."
"A fool and his money," crossed my mind, but I gave Rosie the twenty and my room number, and walked back there after a cup of coffee. It was seven o'clock. I showered and fell asleep till a knock at the door woke me. It was hot and I had on my prison issue boxers. It was Rosie at the door. She smiled and came in my room. I locked the door behind her.
"Mind if I shower and brush my teeth?" She asked.
"Help yourself," I replied as she went there and shut the door.
Rosie looked to be twenty-four and five feet tall, with two hundred pounds spread about her body, some of it on her ass, some on her big tits, and some around her middle. Her belly was plump but didn't hang below her pussy as many guts do. She looked pregnant, not obese. Men like pregnant. Her black hair was shoulder length and about the same color as her eyes. Cuban. She spent twenty minutes in the bathroom, showering and whatever, and came out wearing a tee shirt and drying her hair with the towel. Her bare arms were covered with old razor scars.
"It's so boring at the shelter," Rosie volunteered.
"Did you get your cigarettes?" I asked.
"Yes! I was desperate! I wish I had some wine but they'd toss me outta the shelter if I drank any." She walked to the bed, pulled the tee shirt over her head, dropped it, and got onto the bed with me. I lay back and she stretched out beside me on her stomach, draping an arm over my chest and a leg over my leg.
The last time I had any pussy I got it from the prison psychologist, an older gal who put out to several of us until she cut one man off, and he blew the whistle on her. A woman gets all the cock she wants inside a prison, don't matter how old she is or what she looks like. So Rosie looked good to me, and she knew it from my enthusiasm when she took my cock in her small mouth and I moved her bottom to my face. Hookers don't normally put their pussies in your face, but I encouraged Rosie. They like you better when you treat them desirable.
She got off before I did, and took my first load atop her tat above the crack of her ass. I wanted more of her but not immediately.
She showered again, returned to bed, and lit up a cigarette. We talked, that is, Rosie did most of the talking. She and her friend, Yvette, and the kids, lived with a black pimp named Alonzo. "Until the police picked him up and took him off to jail. Then me and Yvette hadda leave the house, cause it belonged to Alonzo's mother or aunt or somebody, and she said she was gonna rent it since Alonzo was gonna be in jail for a while. We ain't got no money so we take the bus to the shelter, and here I am. What you plannin' to do?"
"I gotta find a cheap place to live and find a job," I said.
"What kinda work you do?"
"Make car tags," I replied.
"You been in prison a long time?"
"Ten years," I said.
"How old are you, you look young?"
"I'm thirty," I said.
"You musta killed somebody."
"I did," I said.
"You got family, a mother?"
"I don't know. I was in foster care all my life. I was a little shit when I went in and eighteen when they put me on the street."
Rosie said, "I got no family. I ran away when I was fourteen, and never went back. I been on the street since then. But I gotta do something to get my kid back. I already been to court twice, and they told me they gonna stop fucking with gaziantep grup escort bayan (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/grup-seks-yapan-gaziantep-escort) me, and take my kid for good if I don't get my shit together."
I believed her.
"Tell me about who you killed."
"There ain't much to it, some people fucked me, and I killed one of them for payback," I said.
"Didjuh shoot um?"
"No, I drowned his ass."
"What the fuck?"
"One night he came outside to swim with some woman he was fucking inside. They had all the outside lights off cause they was naked and didn't want the neighbors to see who the woman was. I was in the water waiting for him with a chain and a lock. He couldn't get the strap off in time."
"Didn't the woman see you?"
"Sure, but she wasn't gonna say shit and get in trouble with her husband. I told her to leave and she did."
"Did you know her?"
"I sure did."
Rosie and I were two losers and two ships passing in the night.
Rosie had no idea who her kid's father was. Her friend Yvette came from the Dominican Republic, a homeless whore, too.
It wasn't long before I was ready for another piece of Rosie's ass, and Rosie didn't object when I started touching and kissing her. A tongue on her clit was the royal road to her heart, and she orgasmed, again, quickly. I then unloaded inside her, and we took a nap.
It's how we spent our night together: Talking, licking, sucking, fucking, and sleeping. Of course, there was little to learn from talking, Rosie was a whore, and I was a killer. Neither of us had any prospects, money, or skills. In the morning, on the way out of the building, the old man in the office demanded ten bucks for letting Rosie in. I paid it. Then I walked her to the corner COME
*****
My name is Bud. After the state released me from prison I used my few dollars of separation money to start life anew someplace where opportunity wasn't rare or, worse, unknown. So I rode the bus to Gulfport, a town about the size of Savannah, on the Gulf of Mexico.
At Gulfport I went to the halfway house I hadda referral to. The place was an old building across the street from public housing in the slum near downtown. An old man inside the office took my referral form, gave me a room key, and a Xerox sheet of house rules. He also gave me some papers with useful information about where to eat cheap, find cheap clothes, and get a cheap bus pass. I went to the homeless shelter offering square meals for free if you stayed there, and almost nothing if you walked in off the street.
Supper was two slices of canned ham, mashed potatoes, stuffing, canned green beans, two rolls, iced tea, and a square of lime gelatin. Price: one dollar.
I ate alone but was joined by a woman who was there with another woman. She came over, sat beside me, and introduced herself. I didn't know her from Adam.
"My name is Rosie," she said, "I never seen you here before."
"I'm new," I replied.
"You look fit, you just get outta prison?" She asked.
"I am. Got outta Zephyrhills this morning."
"I'm guessin' you ain't had any pussy lately?"
"Not a lot. What's on your mind?"
"For twenty dollars I'll spend the night with you. Where you stayin'?"
"Twenty is pretty cheap," I replied.
"I'm dyin' for a cigarette, and so is my friend. You at the halfway place? Gimme the twenty now and I'll come over after the kids is asleep."
"A fool and his money," crossed my mind, but I gave Rosie the twenty and my room number, and walked back there after a cup of coffee. It was seven o'clock. I showered and fell asleep till a knock at the door woke me. It was hot and I had on my prison issue boxers. It was Rosie at the door. She smiled and came in my room. I locked the door behind her.
"Mind if I shower and brush my teeth?" She asked.
"Help yourself," I replied as she went there and shut the door.
Rosie looked to be twenty-four and five feet tall, with two hundred pounds spread about her body, some of it on her ass, some on her big tits, and some around her middle. Her belly was plump but didn't hang below her pussy as many guts do. She looked pregnant, not obese. Men like pregnant. Her black hair was shoulder length and about the same color as her eyes. Cuban. She spent twenty minutes in the bathroom, showering and whatever, and came out wearing a tee shirt and drying her hair with the towel. Her bare arms were covered with old razor scars.
"It's so boring at the shelter," Rosie volunteered.
"Did you get your cigarettes?" I asked.
"Yes! I was desperate! I wish I had some wine but they'd toss me outta the shelter if I drank any." She walked to the bed, pulled the tee shirt over her head, dropped it, and got onto the bed with me. I lay back and she stretched out beside me on her stomach, draping an arm over my chest and a leg over my leg.
The last time I had any pussy I got it from the prison psychologist, an older gal who put out to several of us until she cut one man off, and he blew the whistle on her. A woman gets all the cock she wants inside a prison, don't matter how old she is or what she looks like. So Rosie looked good to me, and she knew it from my enthusiasm when she took my cock in her small mouth and I moved her bottom to my face. Hookers don't normally put their pussies in your face, but I encouraged Rosie. They like you better when you treat them desirable.
She got off before I did, and took my first load atop her tat above the crack of her ass. I wanted more of her but not immediately.
She showered again, returned to bed, and lit up a cigarette. We talked, that is, Rosie did most of the talking. She and her friend, Yvette, and the kids, lived with a black pimp named Alonzo. "Until the police picked him up and took him off to jail. Then me and Yvette hadda leave the house, cause it belonged to Alonzo's mother or aunt or somebody, and she said she was gonna rent it since Alonzo was gonna be in jail for a while. We ain't got no money so we take the bus to the shelter, and here I am. What you plannin' to do?"
"I gotta find a cheap place to live and find a job," I said.
"What kinda work you do?"
"Make car tags," I replied.
"You been in prison a long time?"
"Ten years," I said.
"How old are you, you look young?"
"I'm thirty," I said.
"You musta killed somebody."
"I did," I said.
"You got family, a mother?"
"I don't know. I was in foster care all my life. I was a little shit when I went in and eighteen when they put me on the street."
Rosie said, "I got no family. I ran away when I was fourteen, and never went back. I been on the street since then. But I gotta do something to get my kid back. I already been to court twice, and they told me they gonna stop fucking with gaziantep grup escort bayan (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/grup-seks-yapan-gaziantep-escort) me, and take my kid for good if I don't get my shit together."
I believed her.
"Tell me about who you killed."
"There ain't much to it, some people fucked me, and I killed one of them for payback," I said.
"Didjuh shoot um?"
"No, I drowned his ass."
"What the fuck?"
"One night he came outside to swim with some woman he was fucking inside. They had all the outside lights off cause they was naked and didn't want the neighbors to see who the woman was. I was in the water waiting for him with a chain and a lock. He couldn't get the strap off in time."
"Didn't the woman see you?"
"Sure, but she wasn't gonna say shit and get in trouble with her husband. I told her to leave and she did."
"Did you know her?"
"I sure did."
Rosie and I were two losers and two ships passing in the night.
Rosie had no idea who her kid's father was. Her friend Yvette came from the Dominican Republic, a homeless whore, too.
It wasn't long before I was ready for another piece of Rosie's ass, and Rosie didn't object when I started touching and kissing her. A tongue on her clit was the royal road to her heart, and she orgasmed, again, quickly. I then unloaded inside her, and we took a nap.
It's how we spent our night together: Talking, licking, sucking, fucking, and sleeping. Of course, there was little to learn from talking, Rosie was a whore, and I was a killer. Neither of us had any prospects, money, or skills. In the morning, on the way out of the building, the old man in the office demanded ten bucks for letting Rosie in. I paid it. Then I walked her to the corner COME