I got in the car and fired her up. This seedy dark quarter was now a magnet of badness, A hell-hole with a grim reputation. “Canrich Weir”, I blurted. “It’s all dressed up like a whore,” remarked a male voice, “maybe we should fuck it first.”
“You fuck it,” offers the other male. I was positive they
hadn’t seen me. I wasn’t calm now. Oh, crap, double crap, crap, crap. What’s not to love? Conditioned by dark muse it flagged its endorsement, and was bursting with mindless acceptance. I couldn’t stop thinking about the rush it
would be to go somewhere secluded, put them on and have a quick walk around outside the car. I twisted the key in the ignition a couple more times, but .. “I don’t need to use them.”
But he took a step closer, and the bright arc of a powerful flash-light shone in my face.
