Ruth was not a virgin mother, but she rather liked not thinking of it. She winced when Ruth made herself clear. Ruth was going to Hell either way, and so was Lory … but was she going to invite her own Hell on Earth, too? Watching her get pawed all over by disgusting, slimy men?

At least they’d get the boot if they punched her.

“It’s the Diamond Pony,” she sighed.

Not like she hid it any more. Not after Uncle Ben.

“I can put in a good word for you.”

She’d rather just give her change, and kept her skirt hiked.

A couple with children passed by and gasped, to which she finally let her skirts settle back to just about the ground.