The Ranch Page #3

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needs to know that.

But aren't you gonna wonder

how he would feel if he knew?

Yeah, I'm going to wonder.

You know what else I'm going to do?

I'm gonna keep my big mouth shut.

The past is the past, Tay...

and this is my future.

Okay...

but if I fall in love again someday,

God forbid...

and the guy gives me attitude

'cause this is how I make my living...

forget that. That's a deal breaker.

I better get in on this lineup.

You are going to make a beautiful bride.

Come back and visit us once in a while,

will you?

Probably not.

You know where the plates are?

That one on the right.

Thanks.

So Mary let you stay?

Yeah.

I'm Velvet.

Good for you.

So what do you think of this place?

Everybody else seems nice.

Bunch of jerks.

What? I'm not here to make friends.

I'm here to make money.

Figure another year or two,

I got enough cash, I'm out of here.

What are you gonna do?

Get out of this rat's nest of a city.

Get a house somewhere.

A house-house, not a whorehouse.

Get a foster kid, maybe. Two more years.

Three, at the most.

You do pretty good then?

I do something great.

Oh, and by the way, cupcake...

you want to keep yourself away

from my regulars, you got it?

Don't you worry.

Anything that goes into you,

I don't want going into me.

Then we'll get along just fine.

-You're here!

-I know.

Finally. I can't believe it.

I know. I missed you so much.

So you still want to marry me,

or have you gotten over that silly idea?

You bet.

Let's go get my bags.

Wait. Isn't there anybody you need

to say goodbye to?

Any of the crew? The other stewardesses?

No, all I want to do is get to the hotel and....

That could work.

What you got there?

That's what you read for fun?

I got to ask you.

Who do I talk to about clean sheets?

Franny takes care of all the laundry.

But don't let the guys under the sheets

or you'll be changing them all day.

Use one of those towels in your closet,

trick towels.

That was your first john just now, wasn't it?

How'd that go?

Guy tells me he wants to do it like a dog.

I figure he means doggy style.

He breaks out a collar, a leash,

I end up scratching him behind the ears...

and rubbing him on his belly

till he goes off.

-What the hell is that?

-Wait till you get a full-out costume.

God, that fur will itch. It drives you crazy.

You know, in LA...

you get in the back of a dude's car,

you get him off, that's pretty much that.

Taylor, there's a customer asking for you.

He said Bicycle Jimmy sent him.

Thanks. Later.

Man, another crummy day in the desert.

You need sunscreen.

Here, let me do it.

You're not going to try and cop a feel,

are you?

How's that?

I'm sorry my mother made such a big deal

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