Epilogue

Autumn buttoned up the shirt to the neck. Her black dress pants were firmly pressed and met the open toed shoes she wore. She pulled her designer jacket over her shoulders and buttoned it up, covering her ample chest. It had been nearly a year since the alley. Her father had paid for her college. She was majoring in Business Management. She slid her thin-framed glasses onto her face, and stepped out of her apartment. She brushed back a strand of her straight, long hair, and waited for the cab to show up.

She opened her leather purse, and pulled out a small mirror to check her makeup. When the cab pulled up, she got in and said "58th and Jefferson". The cab driver looked over his shoulder. 'You sure miss? That's a rough neighborhood." She glared at him in the mirror. He avoided her gaze, and joined traffic.

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Thirty minutes later, Autumn was walking down an alley. The painful moans of junkies and drunks filled the concrete cliffaces around her. She kept walking, unafraid. She turned a corner, and there he was. She didn't know his name, but she knew his type. He was slugging back a bottle of cheap wine. An old porn magazine lay on the bos in front of him, and he was rubbing himself through his army fatigue pants. A fat, older bum sat on a crate, swaying. She could her the drunken moans of a female wino being sodomized behind the crates.

The bum looked up at her, and grinned. He turned to face her, and pulled his stiff dick out of his pants. Autumn's eyes met his, and she dropped to her knees.