Free Ride Page #2

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my car. Take it.

Wow, Sandy. Either you

got better-looking

or I'm about to meet the new girl

boss man's been talking about.

You better not let Sandy

hear you say that.

It'll be our little secret.

How do you know I can keep one?

Just a feeling.

You got some change for me?

Look, if you ever need a

tour guide or anything,

my hourly rate is

pretty reasonable.

Ray. So I guess the position

of the tour guide is taken.

Nah. I just like to

get first names.

Part of my redneck upbringing.

In that case...

I'll show you around

the Everglades.

You, uh...

You might recognize some

family members there.

Well, now I'm

definitely not calling.

Oh, what a day, huh?

So you, uh, you live here?

Yeah.

By yourself?

I wish.

Ah, the parents, huh? I get it.

Yeah, my mom.

So, what's, uh...

what's your mom do?

She cleans.

Hello.

Relax, sister.

It's the moment of truth.

Yeah?

Mm-hm.

Boss man's having his

birthday party tonight,

and he would be

delighted to meet you.

Cool.

Look good.

What? This isn't working for you?

But I smell so good.

You know, you might want

to try staying inside the lines.

Okay.

What's the word, perm?

Hey.

Really?

Come on. Look at you.

Seriously?

I look good.

Look, don't spend it

all in one place,

and make sure Shell

gets something to eat

that isn't sugar, all right?

You look nice, by the way.

Thank you.

Get your shoes on.

Miss Ohio.

Mm-mm. I'm glad you could finally

grace us with your presence.

And this is, well,

we like to call him the Captain.

Hi. Christina.

Pleasure.

I heard some kind of

rumor about being able

to eat off the kitchen

floor at the bird house.

Wasn't like that when

Sandy was at it.

Come on.

You know where my skills lie, hmm?

So, uh, where did you two meet?

We danced together at this

place called Ember's Tomb.

Oh, boy. Lunch shift.

What a shithole.

You work in the houses?

Yeah.

Not for long.

Yeah, of course.

Come on, follow me.

I want to show you something.

Nice to meet you.

Would you like to dance?

Sure.

I've heard some real good

things about you, Christina.

You must be the boss man.

Evening.

Hey, got a cigarette?

Sure.

Your dad know you out here?

No. He doesn't care.

Chris.

Zada.

I'm upstairs if you

ever need anything.

Thanks.

Hey. I hope your ass

is free tonight.

Why? What's up?

We're celebrating.

F***ing what, already?

Your first trip out.

Really?

When?

Boss man wants you

on the water ASAP.

Apparently you got potential.

Cool.

All right, first things first.

The rules.

Follow me.

One:
no sampling the load.

Two:
never, ever throw a load.

And three:
no relationships

inside the organization.

The boss man does not like

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