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suffered out on the streets. There was not going to be any getting through to this one.
     
    “I’m supposed to kick your ass.”
     
    “I could blow you instead.”
     
    “I don’t want a blow job from you.”
     
    “Then, what do you want?”
     
    “Nothing. I just want you keep your mouth shut. You shouldn’t be talking to customers and cops about this little conversation here, either. Those are fresh bruises on your back and arms. Do you want to tell me how you got them?”
     
    The girl looked down at the darkening spots on her forearms and upper arms. She might’ve talked too much, but she wasn’t stupid. “You did it. You didn’t want to hit my face because I might not able to work if my face is all busted up.”
     
    “That’s right. Now tell me what really happened, and by me , I do mean just me .”
     
    “I went to see my mom. My stepdad still lives there. If we’re done with this little meeting of minds, I got work to do. I got a quota to make you know.”
     
    “How much did you give your mom?”
     
    She looked down at the table, trying to ignore his question. Blaine didn’t even know her name, and he did not want to know her name. There were too many girls just like her out here on the streets, and most of them were being run by Greg. “I’m not going to tell on you, and I am not going to ask you again. You are already in trouble. The last thing on earth you need is to come up short on your quota.”
     
    Her voice was a whisper, “Just two hundred dollars. She needs it. She needs it real bad. I got a little sister, and I don’t want her out here.”
     
    She’d given away her entire daily make. Two hundred dollars was the break line. Anything she made over that was hers to keep; but, if she did not make two hundred to hand over to the goons that collected for Greg, then she lost the right to her corner and the right to keeping her face the way it looked.
     
    Greg said he was not a pimp. He said he provided protection to the girls, and they worked for themselves. If he got them out of jail, he did it because he knew they’d pay him back with interest. Plus, if they were locked up, they could not pay their daily fees.
     
    To Blaine’s way of thinking, he was a pimp. He reached for the bill on the table, looking around as he did so. As he took out the money to pay for the food they had just eaten, he very carefully slid two hundred-dollar bills into his palm.
     
    “Don’t stay here too long, kid.”
     
    She took the money cautiously, as he passed it over. “I just need enough to pay for my room tonight. If I can get a dude that will pay for room for a quickie, it will be the only other trick I turn today.”
     
    Blaine walked out of the little restaurant, and she walked beside him. Felicity was cruising past, her bright red Mustang sticking out in the sea of plain little sedans and minivans; but, he didn’t notice it because he was too busy trying not to notice the way that the girl he had just given the money to was blinking back tears.
     
    ***
     
    Felicity saw him though. She saw the both of them. She was stopped at a red light, so she saw Blaine put his hand out on the girl’s arm and say something. Who is that girl? Is that his girlfriend?
     
    Jealousy filled her, and she could feel her teeth clenching together. It was a new sensation for her, an emotion she was not used to, and she didn’t know how to handle it. I don’t even know the guy! It isn’t like we’re dating, and I don’t have any rights to him. So why am I so angry?
     
    She made a circle, coming back around the block in time to see him climbing aboard a motorcycle that she recognized. The bike had belonged to George! What is he doing with it? George had built that bike from the ground up, right there in Daddy’s garage.
     
    George had been an older guy, about forty-eight. He had always been talking about his kids up in Minneapolis and how much he missed them. He said that they had grown up while he was