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The Way of Jayne, Part 6

Wood could be heard rummaging around in a closet, even from where Jayne still sat dumbfounded on the couch. The young man registered the noise his boss was making, knew the old reprobate was busily getting ready to go to the whorehouse, knew too, that he, Jayne (or “Bob,” as his cattle-rustling boss knew him by) was to go too.

“Fourteen years old and never even been kissed,” he muttered, staring at but not seeing the map half-drawn laid out on the coffee table, directions for their next heist. “And now I’m fixin’ to go mai bi my first woman with a walkin’cockroach along for the ride.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the ambulatory insect’s suggestion, Hell, his young man’s libido was revving up to full speed the more he dwelt on the possibilities, the ruttin’ certainty of what tonight was gonna mean to him. It was more that he had no in-between. No shy flirting with town girls that would lead to self-assurance, and a way with them.

He’d had lots of attentions from young girls in the past several years, alright, just happened that all of it was bad. He knew he’d never ever forget the early education town girls had given him in school, voices taunting, laughing at him, beating him up inside for having a name that weren’t no way his fault in the first place. He frowned and felt like crying, turned it quickly to anger and hatred as a reflex against the weakness of almost wallowing in self-pity. Weakness of his soul where females was concerned wasn’t gonna be part of his manly make up. He’d make gorram sure of it, starting tonight, cao ni ma.

Today’s work was long done, but tonight, by god, no work. Nothin’ but playin’ in the ripe fields of professional womanhood. This sure knowledge was beginning to sink in, even though his mind wa