December melted into January, and January led to February. March came calmly, leaving Otis some sort of hope as the weather began to warm up and people began to eat outside again. he could easily sneak food off of plates as he walked by unsuspecting diners.

He sat at the bar, nursing a beer, contemplating how he had gotten this fucking low. He felt a tap on his shoulder and whirled around, meeting face to face with a young woman.

"Hey, you. You lonely?" She had long blonde hair and wore a tennis skirt and white sneakers topped with a pink sweater. She looked like the least likely person to be talking to him in the world. "Do you care if I sit with you?"

"Last time I checked, you didn't need my permission."

She smiled and sat next to him. God, she looked out of place at this bar. This prissy- bubble gum girl sitting at this grungy bar next to the scrawny albino kid who was drinking at a bar at 17.

"You new around town?"

"New enough."

"Hmm..."

He looked at her suspiciously, biting the inside of his lip. She wanted something from him, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

She leaned in close to him and whispered. "I want you to fuck me until I can't walk in a straight line."

He leaned back, considering her offer for a moment. "What's the catch?"

"None." She smiled sweetly back at him. God, this was weird.

"Alright."

"I walked here. You got a car?"

"Mm-hm. You'll have to show me where you want to go. My place isn't an option."

"Okay." They got into Otis's car, and he pulled out of the parking lot of the bar.

"Turn left up here." She directed him, letting her fingers graze his thigh.

He glanced down at her hand, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"Keep going straight for a while."

Otis had no fucking clue where they were going, but she was really distracting him.

"You're gonna turn in about a mile and a half." She let her hand wander over to his groin. He swallowed heavily.

"There's a long trail...with some privacy."

"O...Okay..."

She fondled him through his jeans. He jerked at first, then groaned through clenched teeth, trying desperately to concentrate on the road.

She unzipped his pants, shoving her hand into them, and smirking. "Ooohh. That feels like fun." She licked her lips. "Pull in up here. That's safe enough. I can't wait anymore."

He parked the car and crawled into the back seat with her, pinning her down and stripping her clothes off roughly and absolutely ravaging her. He fucked her long and hard and slow, just the way he liked it. She seemed into it, moaning and screaming, raking her nails down his back and arching hers. Running her fingers through his hair and bucking her hips with his.

Satisfied, they drove again.

"Take me home."

"Okay."

"No, wait. I'll buy you dinner."

"Huh?"

"Oh, sweetie." She took his chin between her thumb and forefinger. He flinched away. Not often were hands laid on his face that they didn't have significant force behind them. "Don't you deserve a reward for that?" She licked her lips. "Mmm...Come on. Let me at least buy you some food."

Otis was bewildered. "O...Okay." He drove to the super market and picked out his groceries. She added items as she saw fit.

"Ohh, you should try these. And these. And these."

"I can't afford that!"

"You can't. But I can." She smirked over her shoulder at him.

And so it continued.

The next time, she brought him a new outfit: a new tank top, blue and red flannel shirt and a new pair of jeans. The time after that, she bought him groceries.

She was constantly showering him with gifts. She bought him a new knife, new clothes, groceries, anything he would possibly want she bought him.

He began to re-gain weight, and she seemed to hunger for him even more, inviting him to her home more and more often and finding places for them to fuck in private in the woods.

Free food, clothes and sex. What more could he ask for? His every need was taken care of.

And, she let him do whatever he wanted to her. She was voracious, and he loved it.

His hair was getting longer, and he started to like it: it just grazed his eyebrows in the front, and was the same length all around. He wore a ball cap or cowboy hat most of the time to protect him from the sun, however.

They were at the bar they had met at. Otis was fairly drunk; she had paid for drinks. They were dancing to some country rock song, and he was getting into it, relaxing and letting himself have a good time. He had everything he could possibly need taken care of. What could he possibly worry about?

"HEY! YOU MISERABLE MOTHER FUCKER!"

Otis heard the click as the man standing in front of him cocked a gun and aimed it at Otis's head. He was extremely large and muscular.

Staring down the barrel of a .44 will sober a man up very quickly.

"Whoa, whoa, man..." He held his hands up defensively, beginning to shake despite how he willed his body not to.

"What're you doin' dancing with my girl?"

"What?!" Otis turned and looked at her. She shrugged her shoulders. He saw the gun move closer to him and tensed. "Hey, listen man. I didn't know. I don't know you. I wouldn't do that to anyone, man. I...I'm not that way. Come on, man...I...I don't know you. I had no idea who she was. She came on to me, man, I swear!"

"Fuck you!"

"Listen...Listen, I know you...You don't owe me anything, but god, please god just let me go. I didn't know. I had no idea she had a man, she just came up to me lookin' for a good time and I said yes, man. I didn't...I didn't know."

"You came on to him!?"

"Yes! And I spent all your money on him, too!"

"YOU FUCKER!" He grabbed Otis by the throat.

"Hey! It's not my fault man! I didn't do it! I didn't know!" Otis choked.

The larger man let him go, growling in fury. "Dorris, you whore!" He turned his attention to the woman and Otis took his chance.

He honestly didn't know he could move as fast as he was as he sprinted away from the bar and down the road, ducking down any alleyway he could in case he was being followed.

Gasping for breath after his sprint, he sat down against a brick wall in an alley.

"Well, fuck." All good things came to an end.