chapter nineteen

word count: 615

as jessa waited on the number 22 bus just outside of the doc,, one of her regulars spotted her and offered her a ride,, and sure enough he was lookin' for a date... imagine that... kinky little bastard,, he even bought her under ware for an extra $50.00... freaks.. gotta love it...

in an hour she was back on the street in her own little section of the hood had she had a fifty in her pocket, and a nice size rock under her tongue.... life was good..

she had noticed the black navigator pass her twice and turn around again,, she knew he was circling... she hoped it wasn't any one she knew.. she really just wanted to get off the street...

as it slowed next to her,, the window came down and she recognized vic di marco right off... before he could open his mouth,, she barked, "what the hell do you want??"

"you know what i want baby.. i been wanting me some of that all day...." he gave her that smile he had been told would melt the iceberg that sunk the titanic... "c'mon,, hop in we can ride an talk about it....."

what the hell she thought,, it wouldn't hurt nothin' to see what he had in mind..... worse case scenario she would get her to take her the rest of the way to her room....

"well since i already know your a cop we'll cut to the chase here... what did you have in mind officer???"

"first of all,, call me vic... and second,," he said as he undid his zipper and eased himself out of his loose fitting blue jeans...

"you need to be whippin' out some cash here honey... time is money and you are wasting mine..." jessa spat matter of factly at him...

he reached up into the visor and produced a folded bill,, he handed it to her.. she opened it,, cool another fifty... why couldn't every day be like today?? she thought to herself as she folded the rock she had hiding under her tongue into the bill and stuffed the whole package safely in her bra.. she situated herself on the seat facing him.. time to get down to business...

she felt him make a left,, and knew he had turned into an empty lot, abandoned by an old factory years ago along the river's edge.

she felt him go tense,, just after he made the turn.. his foot hit the gas full force,, she flew off the seat and slamming against the dash and on to the floor like a pinball.. "what the fuck are you doing??" she yelled...

"stay down!! stay down!!" vic yelled back at her,, as he struggled to drive with one hand and shove himself back in his pants with the other... whatever it was,, she could tell it had nothing to do with her.. he sped across the lot and slammed to a stop.. the door was open and he was on the pavement before the truck came top a complete stop...

"jesus christ stan!!! what the fuck have you done??? what the fuck have you done????" he was screaming at someone,, she had no idea who..

she peeked gingerly over the dash,, and there she saw it,, a body head beaten to a bloody pulp.. a guy,, she assumed was "stan" full of blood and brains and god knows what else.. pacing like a mad man...

she slipped back to the floor,, trying to make her self as small and invisible as possible.. it was then that she noticed the service revolver holstered under the seat.. she grabbed it.. she didn't know much about guns,, but it looked like it was loaded... please god,, let it be loaded.....