nine.

Trixie Jean was late, as per usual. Real late. Strippin had made her even more scrambled in the brain than she was before. Couldn't even get out the house without forgetting something. Shoot, almost clean well forgot her babies the day before. She had just dropped the babies off at the orphanage and was tryin to make it to her lunch shift at Isabelle's. That had always given Trixie Jean the irks, she hated the lunch shift at Isabelle's. Ain't no kind of god fearing man at a strip club at 1:00 in the afternoon. Trixie Jean was rushin real quick when she ran smack dab into a girl, Lucy Collins. Lucy was a pretty girl, but she had that look in her eye, that look that said she had been to hell and back. Trixie Jean clean knocked the girl down. All her papers flew right out of her hands. Looked like she was writin a damn novel.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" Trixie Jean apologized
"It's okay..." Lucy muttered looking down.
God that girl was a little off, but then again who wasn't a bit off. This town, all these damn people. Everyone just needed a little happy to cheer them up.
Trixie Jean was day dreaming. That was just how she got through shakin' her you-know-whats for every pervert in town. Today it was of a vacation. Who didn't want just a nice little vacation? Hmmm Trixie Jean would love to see Fiji. You know, that place on the side of the fancy waters at the grocery store. Fiji with her babies, hmmm wouldn't that be the life. They could go swimming, see all the beautiful scenery around, and just be hap-
"Hey bitch, shake those tits this way"
Trixie Jean sighed, I guess I'll never be the vacationing type.