in-ni Concierge Auctions: Hold Me Pepe

Flying home from the Boobie Trap, sounds of tires resonating from the late night streets. The Toyota Paseo door window regulator broken, sending an awakening breeze to the left side of Maxine’s pulled back hair. As the hair separates and twirls, she can feel the tickle on her cheeks. The Pony tail loosening on every bump, and the Scrunchie slipping into a wonder of entangled mess.

Pepe never leaves the trailer. He has a great purpose now, and Maxine wouldn’t know how to carry on without him. He doesn’t judge, the stretched out, or the discolored hair bands. Each with the smell of Pall Mall and the essence of Suave.

She respects Pepe, uses her finger nails and teeth, to remove the hair knots from the bands. “Pepe, you little bastard, thanks for keepin this gal lookin her best.”