Theys Born That Way




He smelt bad when he leaned on me, grabbed up on my breasts and jammed his old hairy hands at my parts, sour breath in my face. He said he dint know I was a girl under them boy clothes, said it dint matter because it was rules of the road and I should know better. I relaxed back and let him get atop me while I reached around to where I kept the ice pick tied on the string down my back. I shoved it hard into his crusty ear so fast he dint have time to howl.

20 thoughts on “Theys Born That Way

  1. Life on road can be hard. A good ice pick is a handy tool to have around. I liked the rough edges of this story and the way your MC handles herself when the going gets tough. Very cool.