Sin City by Harold Robbins Read Free Book Online

out.”
    â€œPatty, how much does a fuck cost?” My mouth was dry and I could barely got out the words. When I heard them, I was shocked.
    â€œWhat did you say, honey?” She stared at me in surprise as she struggled into her dress.
    â€œNothin’.” I bowed my head and put my book across my lap so she couldn’t see that my pants were bulging from my throbbing boner.
    She turned off the iron and came over to the couch and grinned down at my book. “You’re becoming a little man, aren’t you, sweetie.” She sat down on the couch beside me and I smelled the lilac talcum powder she wore. It made the throbbing in my boner race faster. She moved the book and undid the buttons to my fly and slipped her hand inside and squeezed. “Pretty soon you’re going to be old enough to give girls a real ride.”
    I was paralyzed with fear and wonderment at the feel of her hand, but my hard-on was going wild. She put her arm around my neck. Her breath hit me with a warm smell of whiskey.
    â€œDo you want some relief, honey?”
    She leaned down and slipped my erection through the fly hole. Her hot lips went on it and I almost screamed. Her wets lips made a sucking sound and I immediately exploded in her mouth. My hips jerked and I instinctively pumped back and forth, trying to shove it further into her mouth. She took her mouth off my boner and spat into a tissue she pulled from her dress pocket.
    She put the book back on top of my erection and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
    â€œYou never forget the first time, sweetie. That’s why I did it. So I’ll always be remembered.”
    She was right.

6
    The next morning I met Gibbs and Gleason at the turntable where the train swung around and headed back toward Hawthorne. When the hard rock mines in the mountain had been operating full blast, Mina had been an important rail spur. Now the train only worked part-time and Gleason’s dad always said that pretty soon they’d shut it down entirely and the family would have to move to a town where he could find work. Gibbs and Gleason didn’t move as much as Betty and me, but Mina was the third school each had attended, and that was true about many kids. People moved to where the work was and little desert towns thrived when there were jobs. When a mine closed, so did the grocery store, barbershop, and clothing store. The restaurants, gas stations, and motels sometimes survived on the highway trade, but the rest of the town moved on.
    I told Betty that Gleason’s dad was taking us to the carnival in Hawthorne. We were going to the carnival after we handed out the pamphlets, but would hitchhike home because the train would have already made its last trip to Mina. I learned that it was better to lie to her so she didn’t worry.
    I had a hundred sheets of paper hidden under my shirt, ads for “pleasure services” at the Pink Lady, a “fully licensed and doctor-certified establishment.” I read one of the pamphlets and was surprised that it didn’t say anything about the place being a whorehouse. MaryJane wanted me to be sure and tell the man she thought would be passing them out not to worry about sheriffs deputies, “they’re my best customers,” but to watch out for the shore patrol. Hawthorne was in the middle of the Nevada desert, but had a navy base. For miles coming into Hawthorne we rolled by giant dirt mounds, extending out into the desert as far as the eye could see, looking like enormous burial mounds.
    â€œMy dad says there are dinosaur bones buried under those mounds,”
Gibbs said, “and the army and navy’s keeping ’em secret.”
    Gleason scoffed. “There’s ammunition in them, bullets and artillery shells for the army and stuff for big navy guns.”
    Gibbs slapped him on the back of the head, nearly knocking his glasses off. “Yeah, well maybe you don’t know so much. Everyone knows