Truth or Dare

By Dusty Miller

Social worker Erin Brooke thought she had seen it all. When the cops raid Roy Padorcek’s trailer during a home visit, she has the unique opportunity of learning just how it feels. The humiliation affects Roy badly, and Erin is one to stand up for a client. Roy opens up about his past life, and she recognizes a Truth or Dare moment—and Roy’s mysterious back room sparks a new interest, possibly even a dangerous one. A short story of erotic romance with elements of light BDSM.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dusty Miller
• Release date: Feb 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781927957165

Dusty Miller

Constance ‘Dusty’ Miller has written fiction, non-fiction and worked for newspapers and magazines. She did a brief stint as sports editor of a small-town weekly. She likes to make people laugh as well as think. Her erotica has a strong sense of the dramatic. Out of work and recovering from a life-threatening illness, someone suggested writing erotica which she initially rejected for lack of confidence. But love makes the world go around, and Dusty can no longer deny its pull. Dusty squeezes a little writing time in between raising a daughter and building a home-based business.

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Truth or Dare

Dusty Miller

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Table of Contents

Act One

Act Two

Act Three

About the Author

Truth or Dare

Dusty Miller

Act One

Erin Brooke turned off of Eldon Road and entered the trailer park. The twenty-four year-old social worker picked her way through the maze of streets. Narrow but smooth, and with a speed limit of twenty kilometres per hour, she was looking for Oak Crescent.

She wondered how they did it sometimes. First of all, how do they find their way around in here, and second, how do they manage to survive at all and have anything at all?

Erin hesitated for a little too long at a four-way stop, looking left and right and straight ahead, trying to get a clue as to where she was.

She’d looked it up on the city map before leaving the office, even printed it out and had it on the seat beside her.

An elderly man in sunglasses, with his ball cap on backwards, sat in a golf cart behind her. He impatiently tapped his horn. She chucked her little map aside.

"Phooey."

She was on the taxpayer’s dime and if she had to drive around all afternoon trying to find the place, that wasn’t her fault, was it? She went straight through. She might as well keep on driving.

She still had a little coffee left in the insulated stainless-steel travel mug.

But the case she was visiting received barely six hundred and forty dollars a month, and even that high figure (everything was relative with S.S., Social Services, you learned that pretty darned quick) was mostly because he had partial custody of his daughter two weekends a month. The government adamantly refused to recognize the low subsistence rates and yet still the girl had to be fed when at her father’s house.

She figured the lot fees must be three hundred and fifty, maybe four hundred a month in here. Then there was heat, hydro, the usual phone and cable or satellite. They all seemed to have a cell phone, which she could sort of understand: a free shit phone, a multi-year contract, and so many minutes a month, with steep fees for going over the limit, and pay-as-you-go all the way.

The question of how people got fed, and clothed and maintained themselves, in any dignity at all, was a very good one. She still didn’t have an answer.

Quite a few of the trailers and park models were new, some were older but well-maintained. Many exhibited brave attempts, especially on the bigger lots, at individuality and making use of the minimal space with garden plots, fire-places and the ubiquitous built-on three-season rooms.

If only the basic structures, so long