While Maverick and Kenny debated about the morality or lack thereof of solicitation, a rotund working girl waltzed right past us. Maverick took us into his truck and told us all about his wife and kids.
Butter was sweating profusely when we picked her up. She wore a red blouse and mini-skirt; in one hand was a massive plastic cup full of something or other and ice that clinked. Intermittent streetlights washed over her childish features as she told us about her friend: Snowbunny's pimp sent her to the hospital for refusing to work the streets while menstruating. Butterfly sutures and a mild concussion.
When Butter was done, we took her back home. Her breathing was heavy in the hot car.
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