“I’m at whore central,” the soldier said.

“New Mexico?”

“Yeah. They’re selling DVDs on the radio and there was 2 girls standing out front when I pulled in, bouncing up and down wanting to go to Colorado.”

“You think they’re whores?”

“Well yeah. What? Would you think you could get in a truck with a trucker and he’s going to take you somewhere and you’re not gonna…”

“Yeah, I would think that. I’d think he would give me a ride just because I’m good company, I suppose that is naive?”

“Yeah, it’s naive.”

“I guess so but I would not be sure those girls aren’t just like me. They’re bouncing?”

“Yeah, bouncing up and down trying to look appealing I guess.”

“Well if they’re not being seductive they are probably not whores… just 2 girls who think they can have an adventure, get a ride just because they’re cute and fun.”

He sighed. “Well there are whores everywhere, P. This is the same place you were mistaken as one of them and you got all irate.”

“Yeah, I irate.”

“Well that guy didn’t know you weren’t a whore, P, I am sure he thought you were a good looking whore and I am sure when he found out you weren’t, he thought he should have known better. He should have known he was not going to get the whore of his dreams.”

I just shook my head.