prick…chapter 3…

Kitty walks South Grand Avenue from Gravois to Meremac seven days a week…sun up to sun down…amongst the twenty-four hour circus of pimps…crackheads…junkies…drunks…whores barely seventeen…some in their forties…others in-between…all looking for cash..prices vary…clearance sales are always under-way…

a Lexus will cruise by slowly…men eyeing scarred candy…BMW’s…Range Rovers as well…slowing down to take a peak at what’s offered that night on St. Louis’ southside…

men with families…professional careers…the sex addicts and predators on Social Security…leaning over to open the passanger door of a broken down van…a rusted Pinto…maybe a Ford Fairmont of different colors…different quarter panels…all looking for a thirty second deal…creating a cold-lonliness within as soon as the transaction is completed…

curvy Kitty is a thirty-one year old with a flabby stomach…short stocky legs and mangled blond hair in need of a wash…she’ll do just about anything for a $50…but she will not kiss…she will not kiss…

she sits in a twenty-four hour diner called The Buttery…the smell of cigarette smoke and grease fills the air…coffee is doled out all night…bottomless cup for $2 while the jukebox pumps out Marvin Gaye…Curtis Mayfield..the Stones…dollars placed in the slot by Pollacks…Bosnians…blacks…whites…loud mouths…reflective types…and those women like Kitty who are merely resting for the second shift of the long night falling into morn…

Shorty sits down on a squatty stool at the counter next to her…the pint sized brown man begins rubbing her white neck…decorated by black sweat beads…

God damn Shorty…, she yelps…, take it easy…, the old man moves his lined hands down to her back and asks…, is that better…, Kitty nods her head yes…he had forgotten that her pain was great from a trick gone awry…a beating a month ago which Kitty was still recovering from…

motherfucker…, Shorty mutters to himself…,I would have killed that son of a bitch if I’d been there…beaten up on whores an’ shit…, a red handkerchief is used to wipe the sweat from his brow…. shit…I’d do anything for you girl…you know that…, Kitty nods her head yes…and places her long curls on Shorty’s shoulders…

I know you would’ve honey…I know you would…

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