The halter top was made for that kind of abuse, but unhitching my bra slowed me, partly because the dirty old man pawed at its cups the moment they appeared. Xxnx “You look like the stupidest whore ever.” I stumbled alongside him to the intersection and down the cross street. “Tomorrow at seven, or I’ll see you the next day, much earlier. Two very scary black dudes stood on the sidewalk watching both ways down the street. “Cops haven’t been told to scrub this street. You’re always in my way or taking my stuff.”
“I give your stuff back. The old man hadn’t bothered to shower since then. Looking in the driver’s window, a dark face put breath steam on the glass. My hands kept stroking and spreading spit. Tap-tap-tap.




















