11:38 AM

Gee, Ramon and Jimmy all sat around Ramon's tiny, dark, cluttered living room killing the morning hours with some laughs and a blunt.

"What did you say his name was Slim-Jim?" Asked Gee while holding in some marijuana smoke and passing the blunt to Jimmy.

"Bubba," Jimmy answered and waived off the blunt. "I'm cool, I'm trying to get out of here and meet up with someone."

"Is he a white guy?" Gee asked.

"BUBBA, dude...What the fuck do you think he is?" Ramon said while looking at Gee like he was a total idiot and taking a long drag off the blunt.

"Bubba is just a name brother, he could be anything. That can be a Black guy or Mexican guy too man." Gee said reaching out to receive the blunt from Ramon. "Like, look at me brother, my name is Gee and I'm a white guy."

"Gee is a fucking nickname," Ramon laughed.

"Still sounds like I could be a Black guy... Or even a Chinese guy. You never know brother. Watch Ramon, hey Jimmy, is bubba a white guy?"

"He is Gee," Jimmy answered while looking down at his phone and typing a message.

"Well that's just a coincidence Ramon, like there's that one guy named Bubba that has that song that goes... It's gon' get ugly in here huh, in here huh, in here. It's gon' get ugly in here huh, in here huh, in here...You know what song I'm talking about right, Jimmy?" Gee explained looking toward Jimmy for approval.

"That Bubba Sparxxx song?" Jimmy tilted his head, furrowed his brow and stared at Gee.

"Bubba Sparxxx Gee? Bubba Sparxxx is a fucking white guy! You used a white guy as an example... Gimme that blunt man!" Ramon laughed.

"Doesn't change the fact it's a good song brother. You got to get rid of that hate in your heart," Gee said while placing his open hand on Ramon's chest.

"Get the fuck off me man!" Ramon laughed along with Gee as Jimmy's cell phone went off. Jimmy looked down and saw it was Mark. He sprang up off of Ramon's recliner and headed outside.

"What's up Mark? We still going to that thing up in the mountains?"

"Hey man. Yeah, I just talked to Bubba. He said we can cruise up early and chill at his friend's pad while everyone shows up.

"His friend's pad? I thought Bubba lived right by the lake? We're still going to the lake right?"

"Actually there's been a change of plans... We are going to go to this winery opening."

"In the fucking mountains?"

"Yeah, I guess they are trying to build up the awareness or some shit with some big fancy opening because no one ever goes up there...You dressed up? Do you need to change?"

"Yeah, I gotta change and shower if we're going to some nice event."

"Alright, how about I pick you up at your place around 4:30?"

"Sounds good Marky Mark."

"Be ready Jimmy Dean, I ain't waiting..."

"I will be, later."

"Later man."

Jimmy walked back into Ramon's musky smoker's den to grab his jacket and say his goodbyes.

"It's gon' get ugly in here huh, in here huh, in here!" Gee was now standing over Ramon singing.

"Alright fellas I need to bounce out of here, you guys have fun. Maybe you should shower and head out into the world before you spark another one yeah?" Jimmy said as he held out his hand to slap palms and bump fists with his long time friends.

"Don't leave me alone with Gee man!"

"Fuck you Ramon, you Fidel Castro looking mother-fucker." Gee said while still dancing over him.

"Take it easy dreamers..." Jimmy put on his jacket and headed outside. He walked down the creaky apartment steps and hopped into his black Escalade. He popped the visor open and looked himself over in the mirror... Nice, my eyes don't look red at all, fucking pro... He started up his engine and made his way down the quiet tree-lined street. When he got home he showered and began to look through his closet.

4:39 PM

Jimmy was finishing up straightening his purple tie and buttoning his grey, Italian cut suit... Purple tie should be appropriate, I mean it is a winery and like, wine is purple. Hope this isn't cheesy... Jimmy thought. He checked the cufflinks on his white shirt and gave himself one more look in the mirror. he splashed on some Polo Sport and ran down to meet Mark who had now honked his horn several times.

"What's up Jimmy, let's roll."

"Do you know the way?"

"Bubba said to just head up Deer Mountain Road toward the lake. Once we pass the lake we'll see a huge barn painted red and we are supposed to go right and after a few minutes we will see a big tree with a tire swing, we turn left and he said his friend's house is the next one we should see."

"Sounds good, I'm gonna take my jacket off so it doesn't get wrinkled on the way there."

6:17 PM

Jimmy and mark now found themselves surrounded by big dry fields with a few ancient trees scattered throughout. Old abandoned barns and long broken down tractors peppering the landscape.

"Where the fuck is this red barn Mark? We passed the lake twenty minutes ago man... Call Bubba."

"I have no service, there is fucking nothing around here. I can't even remember the last house we passed it's been so long," Mark nervously said as he looked out the window, to his left, trying to see some signs of civilization. "You see anything on your side Jimmy?"

"Nothing man, maybe we should double back. The road is turning to dirt up ahead... It can't be passed that."

"Yeah... I think you're right bro."

Mark came to a stop and began to make a three point turn on the narrowing road. When he straightened out to go back the way they came he felt the car pull hard and fast to the right.

"Fuck, I think I just blew a tire! Motherfuck! Now what are we going to do?" Mark banged on the steering wheel.

"Relax, we'll just put the spare on." Jimmy smiled.

"I don't have a fucking jack! My roommate borrowed it and never put it back!"

"Dude, it's gonna be dark in less than a couple hours... We can't walk out here in the dark. This place creeps me the fuck out man. Seriously, Isn't this where that fucking Zodiac was killing people?" Jimmy began to panic.

"The Zodiac would be old as shit now... We better start walking or sleep in the car and walk tomorrow until we get a signal."

"Lets walk now if we can't get a signal we'll come back to the car I guess."

The two men started to walk down the road checking their phones every few minutes but to no avail. They walked about a mile before stopping and deciding to head back to the car before the day turned to night.

"Fuck man, let's go back to the car and maybe we can drive it on the flat?" Jimmy suggested.

"No. the tire is totally flat and I'm not driving my beamer on the rim Jimmy."

"We are going to have to do something Mark!"

"Oh shit hold on, look. I think it's a girl on a bike." Mark pointed to the open field. "Look, way the fuck down there, you see that?"

"HEY! HEY GIRL! OVER HERE! HELP!" Jimmy yelled.

"Dude, she stopped!" Mark waved at the girl and motioned her to come. The girl stopped the bike and stood facing away from them. She looked over her shoulder at the two of them for a long moment before turning her bike around and peddling in their direction.

"Yes, she's coming. Fuck I hope one of her redneck relatives has a jack lying around." Jimmy said, smiling for the first time in hours.

"Or at least a phone that works out here or something."

The young girl peddled her old bike down the dirt road up to Jimmy and Mark. As she got close the men had a full view of her small firm breasts, her half buttoned baggy flannel shirt hanging open as she leaned forward on her bike to get off.

"Holy shit did you see that?" Jimmy nudged Mark.

"Shut up dude... We need her to help us." Mark whispered never taking his eyes off the girl.

"This Trixie is fucking hot man..." Jimmy whispered.

The young girl wore a pair of incredibly short, tight khaki shorts to go along with her baggy flannel shirt and an old pair of brown dusty cowboy boots. Her light brown hair was picked up into a ponytail with a few hairs blowing loose in the wind. A leather necklace with a bullet affixed to it hung from her neck.

"You gents got a cigarette?" She asked, squinting in the sun.

"Um yeah, I have one." Jimmy fumbled around before remembering he had a pack of Parliament lights in his jacket's interior pocket. he popped the top open and outstretched his arm so the girl could pull one out.

"Them are fancy cigarettes like yourselves. You ain't from 'round here is you?" She asked as she pulled two cigarettes out of the pack. She tucked one in her ear and placed the other in her mouth. She pulled out a lighter and lit the smoke herself.

"Hi miss, my name is Mark and this is my friend Jimmy. We were--"

"I'm Sara Mae, pronounced Say-reh-May. Please to meet you," Sara held her hand out.

"Uh... Please to meet you too sweetheart." Mark answered and shook her hand.

"Please to meet you Sara Mae, I'm Jimmy." Jimmy shook her hand in an exaggerated fashion hoping to get another glimpse of her breasts bouncing around under her shirt.

"Sara, we got a flat tire about a mile up the road and we were wondering if you could let us borrow a jack if you have one?"

"My daddy has a jack. You fellers wanna use it?"

"YES, that would be a life saver. Is it far?"

"It's just down the road a spell. You said your car was that-a-way? I'll come back with the jack and help you fancy boys with your tire." Sara Mae turned her bike around, flicked the cigarette butt and peddled down the dirt road toward her and her daddy's cozy home in the mountains. Mark and Jimmy started walking back to their car to wait.

8:35

"Fuck man, I don't think she's coming back. It's been an hour," Mark said.

"Maybe her house or whatever is far? Just chill, what other choice do we have?"

"Give me one of those Parlees, I need a smoke."

"I can use one too..."

They stepped out of the car and lit up the cigarette. It was getting dark now, the winds died down and an eerie silence surrounded them.

"How can anyone live out here? Literally how? There isn't shit for miles," Mark talked to himself.

A few yards behind the car Jimmy heard something walking on some dry leaves toward them causing him to almost choke on the smoke.

"FUCKING ZODIAC!" Jimmy screamed and ran for the car.

"RELAX! It's just a fucking possum. Hey look, here she comes. Thank God I was getting kind of worried."

They stood there finishing their cigarettes as Sara Mae made her way up the road.

"Sorry boys, I needed to help my Pa get ready for his night time possum hunt. He don't have the sense God gave a gopher sometimes. You like you some possum?"

"Um, yeah they are good eats for sure. I like them with BBQ sauce." Jimmy said and looked at Mark raising his eyebrows in a 'what do you want from me' fashion.

"Are you funnin' on me mister?" Sara Mae stood and glared at Jimmy. "'Cause I got some possum back home if you fellers are hungry."

"Noooooo... No, that's okay miss. We should take a look at this flat before we take up anymore of your time," Mark said elbowing Jimmy.

"It's okay, I have all the time in th'world. All we have out here is time. I'll make you some possum gooder than that fancy city food when I'm finished changin' this here flat."

Sara Mae removed the bungee cords holding the jack on the back of her bike and made her way over to the car while Jimmy and mark followed, rolling up the cuffs of their sleeves.

"Actually, we are supposed to go to some winery down the road for a party." Mark tried to explain.

"You gonna turn down my hospitality? Is that how you fancy city folk treat each other? I have a mind to leave you out here to fend for yourselves I reckon." Sara Mae stood up and put her hands on her hips. "Hoyt Clyde be out here huntin' too. Yup, Hoyt Clyde would like you. Pretty city boys like ya'selves... Hoyt Clyde's as crazy as a shit house rat."

"Hoyt Clyde? Who... Who is Hoyt Clyde?" Mark asked nervously.

"I'm sorry about my friend miss Sara Mae. Am I saying it right? Say-reh May?" Jimmy said putting on the nicest voice he could muster.

"Yes'um."

"We would love to come over to your place and try some possum... My friend is a bit ignorant when it comes to certain delicacies so maybe we can just hang out for a bit and you can tell us about life out here in this beautiful part of the world."

"Really? Y'all wanna hear about my neck of the woods? Well let me get to this flat and I'll tell y'all 'bout it."

"Do you need a hand with that?"

Sara Mae loosened the nuts and jacked up the car before any of the boys had a chance to put a helping hand in.

"No sir! My daddy says I'm real good at handling nuts," Sara Mae said, shot Jimmy a seductive glance and stared uncomfortably long into his eyes while Mark handed her the spare tire. "Besides, you two look to be as useless as teats on a hog."

"That's... Huh, that's really impressive," Jimmy gulped. Her dad said that? What...

Sara Mae finished tightening the nuts on the spare, stood up and wiped her hands on her shirt moving it around enough to give Jimmy another peek at her breasts. Jimmy's eyes immediately darted toward her chest until it was covered up again. He noticed Sara Mae was staring right at him with her deep blue eyes and softly freckled face.

"Well, you boys wanna follow me in your fancy car?"

"Yeah, will do, you lead the way little darling," Jimmy smiled.

"Is you flirtin' with me mister?" Sara Mae smiled back.

Mark grabbed Jimmy's arm and dragged him to the car.

"Thank you Sara Mae, we will follow you. There's a road that leads to your place right?" Mark asked as he was getting into his silver BMW.

"Yes'um, this way. It's just over yonder." Sara Mae hopped on her bike and began to ride down the dirt road.

"This girl is smoking hot and fucking horny dude!"

"Fuck that Jimmy, this girl is creeping me out. And this Hoyt Clyde character running around liking city boys isn't making me feel any safer. I think we should just get the fuck out of here."

"What if we get lost again and fucking Hoyt Clyde finds us next man? What then? Let's just follow this trixie to her place and relax until morning. We'll be able to see. Fuck that winery party man... Shit is boring."

"Fine, but no fucking possum cooked out here in this fucking hillbilly no man's land. I'm serious Jimmy."

They followed Sara Mae closely down the dirt road taking several turns before reaching what seemed to be an old abandoned RV.

"This can't be where they live... It's a fucking motor home man," Mark's jaw dropped.

"Did you see her ass in those shorts as she worked that bicycle? You have to get your head in the game Marky Mark."

"Fuck you Jimmy, This shit is freaky. This could be a fucking city folk trap for all we fucking know. I don't want to get killed and eaten out here."

"Now it's your turn to relax man, she's just being nice and obviously lonely. Just go with the flow."

"You boys don't mind if I shower up does you?" Sara Mae said as she dropped her bike and started unbuttoning her shirt.

"No that's fine you pretty little mountain flower," Jimmy smiled.

"Your friend's a real charmer mister, he'd make a train take a dirt road he's so darn sweet."

"Yeah...

"Well you boys comin'? Shower's 'round the corner and I need one of y'all to hold the flashlight for me so I can see what I'm doin'. Usually my daddy holds it for me but I'll have to make do with you." Sara Mae handed the flashlight to Jimmy and started walking back to her shower...

Mark and Jimmy just looked at each other and mouthed the words 'what the fuck' before following the trailer trash trixie around the RV. They watched her remove her shorts and hang them up, along with her shirt on an old lawn chair. She kicked off her boots and grabbed a small plastic kiddie pool which she dragged under a bucket hanging overhead, off the side of the motorhome.

"Shine that light or'here, will ya?"

Jimmy followed the naked trixie with the light as she turned on a hose. The pair stood there, in amazement, watching the bucket fill up and water begin to trickle out of the bottom like rain. They looked at each other completely dumbfounded.

"That's pretty clever I guess..." Mark whispered.

"Can you hand me that bar of soap mister? It's 'bout to get colder than a well diggers ass out here and I'm not much for long showers anyhow."

Jimmy fumbled the soap and it dropped into the kiddie pool. Sara Mae bent over facing away from the boys and gave them a full view of her small tight ass and cunt. Jimmy shined the light on her ass and not the kiddie pool.

"Holy shit look at that Mark, I am fucking hard as a rock right now."

"I just can't believe what is happening. I feel like I'm in some fucked up movie and we're about to be killed."

"Aren't you cold already showering like this sweetheart?" Jimmy asked.

"Oh no mister, I've been showering out here since I was knee high to a grasshopper." Sara Mae put one leg up as she scrubbed her pussy while looking right at Jimmy and smiling.

"Grasshopper knees, what is she saying? The fuck does that mean Jim?" Mark whispered as he looked around into the darkness nervously.

"Who cares man, I think it's sexy."

Sara Mae continued to lather up her body making sure to expose herself in every possible way as Jimmy shined the light on her. "You're a real flirty one mister. You're making me feel funny." Sara Mae giggled. She lathered up her pubic area, grabbed a razor lying on the edge of the motorhome and completely removed all of her hair. She finished her shower and motioned for Mark to hand her her boots. She slipped them on, pranced over to the hose and turned off the water. She grabbed her flannel shirt and put it back on leaving the shorts behind.

"Lookie there behind ya! A lightin' bug! Catch it!"

Jimmy looked around until he saw the firefly, snatched it in his hand as if he was Mr. Miyagi himself and handed it to Sara Mae. He watched Sara Mae twist the fly in half and squeeze the glowing juice onto her ring finger. She held up her hand proudly for them to see the glowing makeshift jewelry.

"Thank you for my ring mister! I's been making lightnin' bug jewelry as long as I can remember."

It's a firefly not a fucking lightning bug... Mark thought.

"Come on inside now."

They followed closely behind her into the cramped RV. Inside the RV it felt smaller than it looked from the outside. There was clutter on every surface, blankets covering who knows what on the seating areas, old discarded chip bags and beer cans and some rifles standing up in the corner.

"Make yourselves at home boys. You can sit right o'er there."

Mark sat on a bucket turned upside down and Jimmy sat on a small bench seat. Jimmy moved the bucket as far as he could from an old nasty spittoon that looked like it might need cleaning.

"That's my Pa's seat mister Mark, but he won't pay no mind." Sara Mae reached up to the top drawer above the sink full of dirty dishes to grab a big tub of cheese poofs. Exposing her entire naked bottom half in the process as her shirt rode up making Jimmy squirm with excitement.

"I'm too tired to cook this little critter today," Sara Mae said, lifting a towel off a cage containing a live possum. When the light hit the possum it let out a loud screeching sound.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Mark jumped off the bucket horrified.

"I think he looks delicious Sara Mae..." Jimmy added.

"Boy, you're more nervous than a cat in a room full of rockin' chairs there mister Mark. He's just our supper. He ain't gonna bite... But I'll bite you mister delicious possum." Sara Mae said, draping the towel back on the cage. She placed a tape in a small boom-box and put the tub of cheese poofs in the center of the room for her guests to enjoy.

"Oh, who's this? I think I know this guy... What's his name again?" Jimmy asked acting all interested.

"This sir is Hank Williams the third! You like him too!? He's mah fa-vor-ite!"

"Yeah Hank the third... I know all his tunes. drinking whisky and shootin' guns and all that shit. Dude is awesome..." Jimmy bullshitted.

Sara Mae sat next to Jimmy and leaned on him. Jimmy slowly put his hand on her naked hip and began to rub her smooth skin. Her hand beginning to creep toward his crotch. She began to rub his hard dick over his pants as she sang along to the song. Jimmy shot Mark a look and raised his eyebrows a few times in quick succession. Mark rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Jimmy, give me your smokes. I'll be outside."

"Oh my, what am I doing? I'm sorry mister it's just that when me and my daddy listen to Hank he likes me to rub on his willy bird. Force of habit I reckon. I'll behave m'self like a lady, I promise."

"NO! Don't stop... It's fine. Mark go outside and smoke." Jimmy stared at Mark blankly. Don't fuck this up for me man...

Mark went outside and lit a cigarette. Jesus Christ, what is going on... Fucking Jimmy...

"You sure it's okay? I just love havin' somethin' to play with when Hank Williams the third is playin'. Daddy says I should have been a musician 'cause I play the skin flute so well. I think he's just funnin' on me."

"It's no problem, I feel the same way. I think we might be kindred spirits. Here, let me take it out for you." Jimmy unzipped his slacks and pulled out his thick hard cock through the hole in the front of his underwear.

"Shut my mouth! Your willy bird is much bigger than my Daddy's," Sara Mae said wide eyed. She grabbed it, slowly started stroking it up and down and was belting out a tune once again. Jimmy leaned forward, grabbed a cheese poof and popped it in his mouth. Fuck, they're stale... He leaned back, choked the stale cheese poof down and eyed the pretty little song bird to his right. Her whole bottom half exposed and sticking out more and more the closer she got to him. he placed his hand back on her hip and started to rub closer to her ass... Closer and closer until he was near the bottom of her cheeks and his fingertips grazed the lips of her freshly shaved pussy.

"Is you flirtin' with me again?" Sara Mae pulled back to smile at Jimmy.

"Yes, yes I believe I am." Mark removed his hand from her ass and placed it on the back of her head and pushed it down toward his cock. Sara Mae didn't take much coaxing before she got on her knees on the bench beside Jimmy, leaned down, wrapped her lips around his cock and started sucking it up and down. Jimmy turned to his right and placed his hand under Sara Mae and fondled her small firm breasts through her loosely hanging flannel shirt. He glided his hand down her toned athletic belly until he reached her pussy once again. He placed two fingers around her clit and began to rub it causing Sara Mae to moan heavily into his dick as she sucked it. he slipped his fingers further down and inserted his middle into her tight wet depths. Sara Mae took her mouth off Jimmy's shaft and looked at him sternly.

"Now you hold on there mister! My daddy said that my Christmas tree was just for him and I best not let any other man put anythin' in there, including his pecker or his slippery fingers."

Christmas tree? What the fuck... "I'm sorry? I must have gotten the wrong impression... Please forgive me." This bitch is crazy...

Sara Mae leaned back down and continued sucking on Jimmy's dick while Jimmy placed his index finger in his mouth to get it wet. He reached back, between her small firm ass cheeks and rubbed his finger on her tiny pink asshole.

"What you doin' back there?"

"Your Daddy didn't say anything about other men putting their slippery fingers into your asshole did he?"

Sara Mae sat there with her eyes darting to the top of her sockets while she thought... "No, I reckon he didn't. But you ain't supposed to put your fingers in there... It ain't right!"

Jimmy sank his finger into Sara Mae's virgin asshole up to the knuckle and worked it in and out slowly.

Mmmfff! lord have mercy! That hurts mister! I don't know about this."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Yes'um... It hurts mister."

"Just try it a little longer you'll be fine..."

"I's just never done nuttin' like that before, it feels weird..."

Jimmy placed his free hand back on Sara Mae's head and pushed her back down on his throbbing cock. She immediately, almost instinctually, started bobbing her head back up and down as Jimmy increased the pace of his finger sliding in and out of her gradually expanding asshole. Her primal moans accompanied with her intense sucking, no doubt from years of practice, were slowly building his orgasm.

"That's it trixie, that's a good girl. Your daddy raised you well."

"My Pa sure done raise me well mist--OH MY GAWD!" Sara Mae hollered as she felt Jimmy sink another finger in her virtually untouched hole.

"That hurts... Oh my... Ooooh...Ooooh...Ooooh...Ooooh...Ooooh," Sara Mae panted as Jimmy worked two fingers in and out of her tight ass. He spread his fingers open and slightly twisted them loosening Sara Mae up.

"What are you gonna do mister?"

Jimmy stood up and slipped his fingers out of the trixie's ass, put them into her mouth and gave her ass a firm spank. He removed his fingers from her mouth and positioned Sara Mae with her ass up and her face in the blankets. He placed his hands on her ass cheeks and spread them apart. leaning in as he did, moistening her hole with a large droplet of spit.

Jimmy place the head of his cock at her primed opening and began to push. Sara Mae balled up the blankets with her hands and made a tight fist as she felt Jimmy's head open up her ass and sink in. He slowly pulled out and sank back in increasing his pace when he felt Sara Mae begin to loosen up and let him in deeper and deeper.

"OH GAWD... OH GAWD... OOOH GAWD... OOOH... OOOOH... OOOOOOH... OOOOOOOH MAH GAWD!" Sara Mae moaned into the blankets.

Jimmy balled up the back of her flannel shirt and gripped it tight with his left hand, he put his right hand on her hip pulling Sara Mae into him as he thrust deep up her ass. Fucking her ass as if she was a seasoned pro, her muffled moans exciting him beyond the point of control.

"How's that feel, trixie? I think you like it. I'm gonna cum in your ass." Jimmy let out through heavy breaths. He thrust himself into her quickly and hard at the moment he felt his climax start to travel up his shaft and explode out of the head, filling Sara Mae full of cum. He grabbed her hair, pulled her up, turned her head to face him and met her tongue with his. Flicking it before they sealed each others lips in a long dirty kiss, Jimmy's free hand massaging her breast.

Just outside the RV door...

Mark was standing in the blue light of the bug zapper hanging a few feet to his right. He looked at his watch, pulled another Parliament out of the small white and blue box, put it in his mouth, and lit it. He blew out the smoke at the exact moment he saw a slender older man carrying a couple cages containing several small indistinguishable critters limping down the road. The man was wearing blue jean overalls, an oil stained trucker hat and a rifle slung across his back.

Holy shit it's the daddy... Mark let the cigarette drop out of his mouth and crept around the RV, where he couldn't be seen. From there he saw the dad stop in his tracks and notice his silver BMW. He saw him drop the cages and start to slowly walk around the Beamer. Mark raced back to the other side of the RV, out of sight of the father and started to whisper through the tattered screen of the open window. Jimmy was now standing over Sara Mae with the young girl slowly sucking on his dick.

"Jimmy!" Mark whispered loudly.

"Look at this trixie Mark, I already came but she just wants to keep sucking my dick. She's a little freak!"

"Jimmy! We have to fucking go, the dad just got here. He doesn't look too friendly man. Let's go!"

"OH NO! You fellers need to go! My daddy don't take kindly to outsiders! Go on scoot! Before he sees y'all!" Sara Mae looked frightened.

Jimmy frantically zipped his pants up and started to make his way to the front door. As soon as he got close the door slammed him on the face causing him to stumble backwards as Sara Mae's daddy barged in.

"What in thee hell is goin' on in here?"

Jimmy stood up. "Nothing sir, I was just lost and asking your daughter for directions."

"Boy... I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday! You best start explainin' yer'self youuu, you city-slicker youuu..." Sara Mae's daddy pointed his rifle straight between Jimmy's eyes.

"Pa don't! He didn't mean nuttin' by it!"

"Dagnabbit girl! Put some goddamn clothes on! I'm gonna tan your hide yet!" Sara's daddy ordered. He eyed up Jimmy one more time and commenced to squeeze the trigger. As he did Mark came bursting in slapping the rifle upward causing Sara Mae's daddy to put a hole through the roof of his motorhome.

"LET'S FUCKING GO JIMMY!" Mark shouted.

Jimmy sprang up and jumped out the door. He raced behind Mark who was already getting in the car. He hopped in the back seat and looked out the back window at the RV. He saw Sara Mae's daddy emerge from the door and enter the blue light with his bottomless daughter hanging from his neck. Mark brought the car to life and started to speed away. Jimmy saw the father fling Sara Mae off and point his rifle right at them. Sara Mae quickly crawled up to her daddy, unzipped his overalls and took his cock in her mouth. Jimmy saw him slowly lower his rifle and tilt his head back while placing his hand on the back of his daughter's head. Jimmy sank back into his seat, relieved and trying to catch his breath.

"Was that better than a fucking winery party or what Marky-Mark!? Wooooooweeee! Hahahahaha! Goddamn!"

"You're an asshole Jimmy, we could have been killed! Motherfucker man." Mark shook his head.

"Breakfast? I'll buy bro. Let's get some Denny's. Fuck... My heart is gonna beat out of my chest."

"Fuck Denny's, every time I go their fucking menu looks like a teenage boy's first porn magazine. Would it kill them to wipe those fuckers down?"

"Fuck Denny's man, you're right. Let's just get out of here," Jimmy said through heavy breaths.

Mark's phone buzzed on the dash, he grabbed it and checked the screen.

1 new message.

Bubba: Shit man, I just realized that the barn isn't even red. It's yellow. Take a turn at the yellow barn. Shit's poppin' off. Get over here.

THE END