Chapter 8

“I need something to slick my willie.”

“I got what you need right here,” one of them leered, pointing to her cootch.

“I’ll give you a silver dollar for a jar of whatever it is you girls use.”

“Five, and I’ll give you a jar you can keep,” the brunette in the middle said.

Riley didn’t have the time to haggle, even if he knew he was being conned out of the money. No doubt she’d give him an empty jar and a smirk, but there might be some grease left on the sides, and a little bit was better than none at all.