Chapter 5

Between my legs, the fingers stop poking.

They freeze for an instant, then start a slow rub as if trying to

get back up to their previous frenzy. I don’t move. I can’t see a

thing with my head down among these trash bags and I have no idea

where that gun is aimed.

“Am I not speaking English?” this new voice

asks.

It’s the guy from the grocery store, the cute

one with the gun that was in his pants and is now pointing in this

direction. “Let me say it slow. Little words so you can

understand.”

Then he starts to enunciate like he’s

speaking to a child. I want to tell him hurry it up, my butt is in

the air here, these aren’t guys you fuck around with, but he’s the

one with the gun, right? So I keep quiet. “Get your hands off his

ass or I’ll shoot.”

It’s not working. I still feel those thick

fingers between my legs and at any minute one will shove up in me,

I’m almost sure of it. God, please, that’s not

something I want right now. You listening?I pray. I hope