He was mean with a hard heart and that’s what called her to him. He drove her through the desert to see his parents. His father was a mustached man who left his mother alone in her bed every hot summer night. She sweat enough for the both of them and left the bed wet for his morning return. They made love they thought, but it was more like fucking, in the hot closed up truck on the side of the road. No cars were in sight for miles. There were only open plains and mile markers, so someone could keep track of their time.