My feet are burning and filthy. I can feel the grit from the road cutting into my skin as I walk, brushing them off against my ankles every few minutes. I even put my heels back on for a while and walk until my feet hurt, then go barefoot again.

Greenville is very quiet, only a single car passes me as I walk. It stops and a man offers me a ride, but he looks like he might be a cannibal-murderer, so I decline and keep going.

I’m still ringing like a bell from the orgasm the mechanic gave me. I didn’t even realize just how badly I needed it...