Chapter 4

In a half-hour Billie-Ann was almost back to the fork where she could take the shortcut home through the woods. But before she got to the place where the path began, she heard the sound of an engine somewhere behind her. The thought that it might be Jed coming after her made Billie lunge for the trees on the roadside. But there wasn't time. A pickup truck cleared the top of the hill and started down. Billie was relieved when she saw that it wasn't Jed Judson after all, but the next moment her heart jumped and she still wished she could disappear from sight, because Hanson Allen was behind the wheel and it looked as if he were stopping.

"You want a lift?" he called, pulling up next to her in a cloud of dust.

Not knowing whether to ignore him or run in the opposite direction, Billie stood staring up into the handsome brown face, wondering if Hanson had lost his mind. Young white girls just didn't get into cars alone with young black men and he surely knew this. She was angry and scared at the same time.

Hanson was still watching her, laughing quietly. "God almighty Billie-Ann, I didn't remember that you were deaf and dumb from when I was home last time."

He knew her name! Billie would never've thought that Hanson remembered her at all. She'd just been nine... maybe a little more when he'd gone away to school.

"Guess I'd better just go on walking," she managed to say. Glancing down at her skintight shorts and clinging T-shirt, Billie suddenly felt awfully naked, especially with her panties missing underneath. Of course Hanson couldn't know that, but...

"You got a long walk ahead," Hanson said. He had his arms folded on the edge of the window and an unlit match twitched in the corner of his mouth. "Won't take me fifteen minutes to drop you off."

Billie-Ann wished she could hide the book with the pack of pictures inside, but there was nothing to do except press it tighter against her tummy and hope that Hanson wouldn't find out what she had. "Really, I... I just as soon walk," she said, smiling for the first time.

Hanson gave a knowing laugh. "Shit, Billie," he said. "You act 'bout as bad as them struttin' small-town snobs down there in Dooberville. I can hear their mamas tellin' 'em now." Hanson wagged his head back and forth and put on a silky-sweet white woman's way of speaking. "Now, honey, don't you ever get in a car with no niggah... you heah? Why, he might just rub black all over you."

Billie wasn't sure what Hanson'd said that made her laugh, but suddenly there she was, laughing fit to kill. It made her remember him from before when he'd worked for her dad sometimes. He'd always been kind of funny to listen to then.

"I didn't mean it like that," she said. "I just..."

Hanson interrupted. "You just wanted to walk eight miles in the blazing sun in the middle of a dirt road with them silly little sandals on. Is that it?"

Billie knew that her argument was gone. She really didn't have much of one anyway, and hearing Hanson kid around reminded her that it wasn't like they were complete strangers. Their families had lived up in the hills for years and not more than a middlin' walk between them.

Hanson pushed the door open then as if he knew she was going to get in and she did, clambering up beside him and pulling it shut behind her. He started the old truck smoothly and let it grind along in second gear so the bumps wouldn't jolt them around too much.

"You like to read?" he asked, shooting a quick look at the paperback.

Billie-Ann gave a short nod and kept staring straight ahead. She was afraid to talk much now that they were sitting only a foot or two apart. All she could think of was that morning when Hanson'd been stripped down and shiny with water and she'd been hypnotized by the way his cock had looked.

"I got some books you might dig," he went on. "Maybe we can trade off some."

"Oh, I ain't got all that many," Billie said. She was just dying to look at the crotch of Hanson's jeans. Would his cock be pushing the material up in a great big swollen lump?

The truck swerved in some sand at the shoulder and Hanson brought it back to the middle of the road. It was right then that Billie-Ann let her eyes dart down to the place under Hanson's wide black belt. No, his crotch seemed normal... except maybe for the swell that pushed down a little ways into one leg of his blue jeans. That's where it was, she thought. Just resting down there like a big old bull snake. Billie bit her lip hard and felt her face go crimson. Sure as hell, Hanson had caught her looking! Oh, God, she felt like... like just disappearing down through the floorboard or jumping out the window. And now he was probably smiling. Or getting ready to laugh at such a silly little white girl who couldn't keep her eyes off a black man's cock.