Shula her name is. Really small she is, 'bout five feet and a bit I guess. I can't really tell the size of wo- men. They all look small to me. I'm well over 6 feet tall and I weigh 250 pounds or something, they did tell me exactly but I've forgotten. It don't seem important.

I kinda tower over other men. Makes them afraid. Makes me afraid too. I hit a guy once, only once, killed him I did. Did a five year stretch for homicide. All I was trying to do was protect my girl. He threw the first punch. The first few really, after a few I just kinda lost my cool. I didn't wanna hurt him, not really badly. Definately not kill him. The judge kinda took my side, leastways my Lawyers said so. They sent me for reports, spending weeks with shrinks telling me I was 'Educationally sub normal'. Kinda lawyerspeak for dumb I guess. Didn't get me off though, 'cause they reckoned I was a danger to society so they locked me up. My girlfriend married another guy.

I came out, worked in a lumberyard. I kinda liked it, outside all the time, good air, like doing weightrain- ing and getting paid for it. Set myself up in a motel near the Interstate. Not a glamorous place but I liked it, somewhere to call home and where the maid put my bed together everyday.

I met Shula at Country and Western bar out in Longan County. She was the waitress at my table and we kinda hit it off straight away. First thing I noticed she was really clever. And really purty, all slim and all, with kinda bouncy curly hair. She could read a really classy newspaper and understand it. She could even explain bits of it to me.

She told me I was cute. No-one ever told me that before. My mother had told me I was a son of a bitch, I never worked that out 'cause that musta made her a bitch. Anyway she never called me cute.

Shula moved in with me, but didn't like my room. When she told me this I didn't like it either. She organised a mobile home. It was a huge thing called a Winnebagel or something like that. Really old it was. Sorta scarred inside, bits coming away and all. I spent a long time fixing it up, making it good. Shula made curtains and stuff, making a nest she called it. We moved in and we sorta parked up near the lumberyard. It was all pretty good for a while. Then this big company back east they came and bought the yard. I remember them coming in their fancy cars, looking kinda worried that the mud would never come off their fancy shoes. They closed the yard, laid us off. I had $500 as a payoff.

So we moved. It was really good having a home that travelled. We moved on looking for work. I did all sorts of stuff. Roadhouse bouncer, Lumberjack, Stone- breaker in a quarry. All heavy work, all good work. I never got rich but, with Shula looking after me, I was happy. Then we ran out of money. We were looking for work and the engine went wrong. The clutch or something. Anyway it wouldn't move far and we couldn't afford to fix it properly. They told me it would be $400 to fix it and we had about $80 at that time. We were stuck in this city, somewhere in the mid west, I can't remember now. There was no work, the local mine had closed. Things kinda looked bad.

I didn't wanna break the law. I didn't like jail. I like working outside. Walls frightened me. Funny huh? Me frightened, its true though. Walls make me scared. So I couldn't hold up a liquor store or nothing. Didn't want to anyway, cause I might hurt someone. I don't wanna hurt no-one.

Shula had an idea. She was good at ideas. She said we could sell sex. Everyone wanted sex. I didn't like the idea, I didn't wanna share her. She laughed when I told her. She said she'd just be selling sex, not doing it. She'd be the bait and someone else'd do the work. I tried to work that one out. It hurt so I left it to her.

We had parked up in this truckstop. Full of guys in checked shirts and overalls, my kinda people. Near the highway it was, a bad part of town they reckoned. So one day Shula gets us to go uptown to the nice area. She told me what I was to do. I didn't like it but I trusted her. She had the brains.

We saw this executive type in some sporty car. I remem- ber it was red, classy looking. She was dressed like a businessman, but in a skirt. Like it was a suit or something, white shirt and stuff. Like those guys that closed the lumberyard down, but a woman. Shula had some sorta drug she poured on a rag which she held to this womans nose while I held her. We were good, she never saw us. I noticed that she was about the same height as Shula, but with blond hair.

We took her back to our camper where Shula prepared her. She shucked off her clothes and we tied her down with her legs and arms spread like a star. Shula put this mask thing over her eyes and mouth so we couldn't see her head. She tucked her hair inside. Then Shula asked if she looked like her. I suppose she did 'cept the hairs between her legs was the wrong colour. So Shula shaved her, with my razor, the darned thing cut me everyday after that.

Then she told me that we were going into the truckstop. Told me what to say and everything. I can't remember it all now. Just some stuff about my girlfriend having a fantasy about being a sexslave, being forced to fuck for money and would these guys like to have a poke at her for $20 a time. Shula stood close to the door smiling as I talked to the truckers. She was in her leather miniskirt and a sparkly top. She looked real sexy. Thirty or so guys said 'alright lets go'. So we walked back to the camper and I went with Shula into the bedroom.

She'd told me to tell the guys to wait a couple of minutes while I prepared her. She had put a vibrator into the woman on the bed 'fore we went in the truck- stop, and so she was really wet. So Shula took it out and climbed into this storage box that we'd fitted with cushions and stuff. I closed the lid and put some clothes and stuff on top.

I then took the money.

We made $700 that first day. Which fixed the camper. Shula put some more of the drug on the rag and we put the woman back where we found her in the seat of her classy car. I remember a big wet stain on the back of her skirt as I heaved her back in. Maybe we shoulda got some rubbers. Shula said it was a waste of money. We travelled around after this. Doing the same thing. Made a lot of money too. At least $500 a night, once we even made $1000. Mostly they was purty girls, rich mainly, Shula seemed to like rich ones. Some were ugly. Didn't matter that some of them were ugly, long as they had a nice slim body, like Shula's. We kept their heads covered, so the guys all thought they was fucking my girl. I used to laugh sometimes. It was so funny. My girl was so smart.

Sometimes I got worried we was hurting the women, 'cause some of them didn't look too happy struggling and all as they was fucked, but Shula used to laugh. I kinda liked her laugh. She said that most women had a thing about being tied up and used so we was pro- bably doing the bitches a favour. It musta done I suppose 'cause we seldom heard anything on he radio and we was always careful not to let the women see our faces or know where they'd been taken. I 'spose nobody kinda connected the two things as we always took 'em from the nice part of town and they was fucked in trailer parks and truckstops. We'd always put 'em back where we found them after.

Sometimes we'd work the vagrants. I kinda liked them. It weren't their fault they was there. They were smelly though. Gee whiz they were disgusting. Shula liked these guys or she seemed to 'cause we put our prices down for 'em, usually $10 a go. Once we only charged five bucks a time. These guys seemed to 'preciate it. There never was a shortage of 'em anyway. Kept the girl kinda busy I guess.

We was doing that one day when we was in New York. We got this really purty dark haired girl. She kicked and screamed before we got her unconscious and she started up again, you know wrigglin and stuff, every time a man started to fuck her. She quietened down eventually though, must have been tuckered out with all that fucking. We musta made about $200 then these guys turned up. Mean sons of bitches. It ended up with this really big fight. I kinda enjoyed it once I got into it. There were too many of these guys though, cause you can't rely on vagrants in a fight, and they hit me with an iron bar and really kicked me hard. They found Shula and dragged her away. One of them crouched down by me, as I lay there bleeding, and told me that my bitch was now gonna pay off the fact that we'd kidnapped the niece of some mobster. He told me that she was gonna be tied to a cot and be made to fuck over 100 Niggers a day. Every day. For a buck a pop.

I was in hospital for two months. I had burst something or other inside me and I nearly died. My camper had been wrecked and I'd lost my money. I wasn't even sure where I was. I wanted to find my girl again but I needed money so I held up a gas station and I got caught.

Which is why I'm here in county jail.

I still don't like walls but I'm getting used to them. I get out in three years then I'm gonna find my girl again and we're gonna settle down. So if you hear of her let me know.

I wonder if she enjoys being tied down and used, like the other girls did?

The End