This is Devin, my best girl. I had known Devin ever since I can remember. I had pulled her hair in grade school, snapped her bra in junior high and smoked pot with her in high school. But we had never screwed until about a year ago, and than it was only when we were shit-faced and needing a good lay. About two months ago we began to hang out together more. She needed a place to stay and I had my own trailer. It was not much but it was a place to sleep. Most of our nights after working involved the same daily quest: what to eat, how to scrape money together for a few beers, and if we wanted to fuck later that night.

This is Bayley, but I like to call her Lil' Runt. Good looking piece of tail, but she's a pain in the ass. She's a runaway that Devin brought her home one day and she's been underfoot ever since, eating my food, drinking my beer and spending my money. In a one-bedroom trailer she's wound up sleeping on the sofa in the living room. Usually in her underwear. I know the A/C only cools the bedroom but how much temptation does a man have to man take?

Me? Not much to know. That's my trailer. Home and place of business, it's the castle where I am king of my domain - you might not want to say that around those two though.