Wild, part 3 Thursday November 9, 2006, 0 comments

Jo stood with hip cocked on her corner, waving to and cavorting with the timid middle-class drivers stuck in traffic. It was a slow night, but warm, so she strolled up and down her patch of territory, looking for business.

A black car, beat up and dusty, slid out of the flow of traffic and screeched to a halt beside her. The window slipped down smoothly and a hand bedecked with rings and painted fingernails motioned for her to come closer. Her heels clicked sharply on the cement of the sidewalk.

She leaned against the car and lowered her head to talk to the occupants of the car. Indignation crossed her face as she argued with those inside. Finally she stood up and walked away in disgust.

“No way baby. Everybody has to pay.” she called over her shoulder.

The hand disappeared into the car, only to return a moment later holding several bills, but it was too late. Jo had found a John, she was doing business and had no time for them.

Dismissed, the black car nosed its way back into traffic.


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