I ran out of my rickety trailer to the white Dodge that had pulled into my long drive way. I climbed in the passenger side door but scooted to the middle. I kissed the boy with a crooked smile on his face in the drivers seat. He tasted of cigarettes and beer. I didn't need to look to know he had a Coors Light between his legs. The truck roared as he turned back down the dirt drive. He took a sip of his beer and smacked hi...