Chapter 9 by nadaman
Just as I was thinking that I'd have to go back to Mike empty-handed, a murdered-out Buick Regal pulled up. As the window rolled down, I noticed that the driver was black. He asked me how much for an hour and I told him my price.
A white woman visits a bar in the wrong part of town and gets more than she bargained for ...
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