An offer is made...

Candice waited, nightly, for Ronnie to show up. She kept her drinking light even though she suspected Billy-Steve might be skipping work. She paced the trailer end to end in anticipation. Her husband asked her about a few things, though, that she had changed.

"Candy-Cane, why you wearin' makeup on the weekend?" he asked.

"Uhm. For you Billy-boy. Don't you like it?" she replied, and subsequently recieved a half-hearted fucking.

"Candy-dear, why you smellin' nice?" he'd ask.

"I think the landlord's coming and I want to make a good impression." He left her alone with that one, but stored it away as a behavioral change; especially when the landlord didn't show up.

Finally, it was Monday. Candy arrived home from work, made Billy-Steve his lunch, and watched as he left. "Tonight will be it." she thought absentmindedly. She nonchalantly changed into a white wifebeater A frame shirt and a pair of white cotton panties. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and waited.

At midnight, he appeared at her door. "Candy.." he said quietly. She opened the door and let him in.

Almost immediately she started to pull her top off until she saw a very fat envelope in his hand. She stopped, looked at him, and screwed up her face. Something besides "lust" was chiseled there. The envelope hit like a mortar on the breakfast counter.

"1750. Your take for the weekend. That's 15% of the profit. Its only fair." he said. Candice was stunned as she opened the envelope. It was all 20's and 100's., with the lone 10 added for character.

"I..I don't understand, Ronnie. What is this?" she stammered as he walked further in, setting up the camera.

"I set up a camera, okay. I put the videos on the Internet. I did it first to just embarrass you, but no one else in the Park has the internet besides you and me, right?" he said, stroking himself. "So what do I know? By noon; NOON, "www.whitetrashdrunks.com has nearly a million hits, and I get money wired to me. I feel a bit generous, and here we are." He says with a grand flourish.

"Now, the real question is, where do we go from here?" Candy looked down at the thick wad of cash in her hand. Three more weeks like this, plus her salary, and she could get out of the trailer park...