If it don’t work out with my boys, I’ll drive you back, don’t worry about that.”
“Okay,” I smiled a little and wiped at the one little tear that had started in my left eye. ass porn okay.” I wasn’t sure what that meant. She said I was the best little money maker she had,” I told the man proudly. Dogs can get a little rough, you know,” he chuckled. But I wasn’t going to tell the guy about how they tried to lick me down between my legs. “Oh, that’s for the Tribal Register,” he said, like that would mean something. I mean, I’d filled out some job applications, and tried to do my taxes once, but the IRS had sent me a letter and returned my check along with one of theirs, saying they owed me 48 dollars and I didn’t owe them $287,210.37 at all. “Oh!” I wasn’t sure what a dog might have to do with finding Jesus, but he sounded serious.
