A family of rednecks

An overweight woman in a sleeveless floral print dress that had some stains on it opened the door. She had a cigarette dangling from her mouth. "Well, well, well," she said in a thick southern accent. "What do we have y'eer."

"Please, I lost my clothes and lost my way. I need help."

"I'll say." The woman turned her head. "Jessie! Brandi! Hank! Get a load of this!"

"Please no," said Chloe. "Just let me wash off and give me some clothes!" She covered herself the best she could.

Two young men in overalls and no shirts and a girl the same age in a ripped denim mini skirt and pink halter top came to the door. The girl was drinking a beer, and the boys were smoking.

"This hussy just demanded I let her shower and give her some clothes," said the woman.

"I'm sorry. I meant to say please, just help me!" said Chloe.

"Shee-it, did she just order you around again, Ma?" said one the boys.

Chloe was red and hot with shame.

"Fucking help me, you redneck hicks!" she blurted out angrily before she knew what came over her.

The four in the door glared at her.