Minutes later, the girls were back out on the streets, disappointed but determined to make this a night to remember. Emma had given them directions to a much more "intimate" place where they were guaranteed to get some male attention, but as they walked they realized they were as familiar with the neighborhood as they had thought. They squabbled as they walked as to whether the creepy alleys they passed counted as a "turn" they should count or not; Ashley pointed out that they would never go down an alley in this part of town, singularly or in a group, so those obviously weren't options.
As they walked, they approached a tough-looking young man loitering on some steps. "We could ask him...?" Brooke asked hopefully.
"Uh, no!" Ashley hushed her. "The only help he'd give us is to pimp us out!"
The girls tittered as they walked by, careful not to make eye contact with the intimidating lone black male. As they walked down the block, their high-heeled shoes clicking into the night, the young man rose from the stoop and slowly started after them...
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