“Finally!” He shouts from the driver’s seat. “I’ve found you!”

Shit shit shit shit…

“Uh, hi?” He gets out of the driver seat and walk around the car.

“I’ve been driving past here for months hoping to see you again! What was with that guy punching me?!” I’m surprised to see him so perky.

“Well, I’m not a prostitute anymore. Our little deal was a one time thing,” I say. He takes a step closer like we’re close friends and he wants a hug.

“What? You serious! Awe, you were awesome that night!” He puts his hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah,” I say brushing it off, “I don’t think your wife would think so.”

“Oh, she’s just an old broad! She don’t know the first thing about good sex! But you, you know all about sex!”

“Are you on drugs?” I ask finally understanding it.

“Me? No. Yeah, I did some coke with some buds, but just a little. Come on, lemme show you!” He grabs my arm and begins to pull me to his car. His grasp is tight.

“Let go, you freak! I don’t want to!”

“Let’s go! Now!” He yells furiously.