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From: pleasecain@aol.com (PleaseCain)
Subject: {ASSM} Drive South (MF FLASH) PleaseCain
Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2003 01:10:09 -0400
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ADULT CONTENT

Copyright 2003 pleasecain@aol.com

Drive South
by PleaseCain

Gulfport, 48 miles.  Perfect timing, as my last cigarette flies out the window.
 The .38 at my side feels cool on my fingertips.  I should have rescued her ten
months ago.  I gun my Mercury 427.  

"Hurry, conejo," her fingers curled around my shoulders, her legs around my
waist.  That's what she called me, conejo.  "Rabbit.  Wiry and hard to catch." 


"Chaco's girl," was all the Creole at the bar said.  He sniffed twice and
turned away.  Chaco's office was down the hall, but no one spoke about him; on
my way to the john, I glimpsed a fat leg and a desk piled with bills, until a
stony Mexican slammed the door in my face.

Out front, Chaco's girl set the place on fire.  Swishing her sundress and
dancing on my knee until my jeans were soaked.  The tops of Nita's breasts
billowed from her dress.  

She led me to her friend's car to show me her tokens.  A dove below her right
ear.  A diamond on her bikini line.  A Hopi lizard in the dimple of her back. 
A Chinese character on her left ankle.  I toured them all before settling on
her humid center.  Her nails clasped my head in place.

"You fucker."  She rubbed the hickey on her inner thigh.  "He'll kill us."  

"Maybe I'll kill him."  I rubbed the purple-yellow bruises on her back.  She
shirked my hand.

"Nita!"  It was a threat across the crowded parking lot.  We laughed in the
dark as we fucked. 

"Nita!"  The same voice.  Coming from a trailer home.  "Get here take this
baby!"  

She's pinning a sheet to a clothes line.  I leave the motor running, grasping
the .38.  
 
"Conejo."  

"Move."  I brush past.  

A pair of small legs emerges from the sheets, and another.  Little eyes staring
up at me.  

"Nita!" comes the voice from the trailer.

"A baby?" I say.

"Nita, damn it!"

"Inside," Nita says to the little ones, then glances over her shoulder.  She
ducks around the corner and unzips her cutoffs.  Below her bush is a Playboy
bunny.  She pulls me down for a hard kiss, giggles as she squeezes my crotch,
and disappears.  

Coasting away, I see a hulking form in the window.  I raise the gun in the
darkness, and pop my lips.


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