THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN AND HEAVILY EDITED. NAMES, PLACES, AND SOME SCENES WILL BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. SOME STUFF WILL BE TAKEN OUT AND SOME WILL BE ADDED.
THE INITIAL PLOT STAYS THE SAME.
So, if you begin reading as of 5/21/2021 and choose to read ahead further than I have updated-some things might be confusing or might not make sense. As of right now and will continue, slowly, adding the new chapters as I write them. CHAPTER TWO has been rewritten & updated.
**IF A CHAPTER HAS BEEN REWRITTEN/EDITED THE ^^ABOVE^^ NOTE WILL BE AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER.
Chapter Two
Eliza Hart
I stood in the bathroom tucked behind Diver's, one of Mississippi's top 10 old-timey drive-in diners. It was one of the small town of Indianola's biggest accomplishments. It was so big that we were a featured story in The Mississippi Delta Magazine. I'd been working here for the past five years. In the beginning, I'd actually loved it. It was more fun than work. I'd been 15 years old and gotten to roller skate around like a lunatic for tips. At 20, it was hardly the most glamorous part of my life.
After yanking the skates off my feet and throwing them to the floor, I leaned up and looked into the mirror. Strawberry milkshake covered the front of my work dress, dripping to my legs. It was courtesy of the Baker boys- who, again, rode up on their bikes unsupervised. After ordering and then reordering when they claimed I'd gotten their initial order wrong- I brought them their stupid Silly Strawberry milkshakes. Before I could put them down on the picnic table out front, Michael Baker stuck out his foot, tripping me. At first, I thought I'd tripped myself up, but when he leaned down and whispered, "Saw up your dress." He laughed, slapping hands with his brother 10-year-old brother, Matthew, I knew I wasn't the cause of my fall.
Perverts.
It wasn't my worst fail with the skates, but it was definitely on up there in the top three. I reached up and grabbed paper towels, wetting them. I wiped them on my stomach and then down to the skirt area pushing off the excess liquid leaving a rather large area of my white and red uniform stained. Once it was all gone, I washed my hands and then looked to the mirror. My hands ran through my blonde hair, smoothing it out. My facial features were tired, but I forced a smile.
After working a double shift yesterday and today, I'd made twenty bucks in tips. I rolled my eyes and laughed, "Yeah, that's gonna get you real far Eliza." I muttered, helplessly.
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Romance"One night. That's all I want. I promise I won't expect anything more than what you offer." She murmured, pleadingly and reached back to the zipper. Her dress slipped down and pooled at her feet, exposing her sweet little body to me. Doing m...
