Her father's security manager a large man with no neck escorted her down to the train station and got on with her. It was late at night when he pushed her out onto the platform with the haunting words, "Don't ever come back!"
She turned and looked around her skirt a short leather number not providing much warmth on a cool night like this one and her her blouse made of the finest silk. All she had was her purse which had her ID and the cash her daddy called seed money.
With a defiance she strolled down the platform and then the steps to the streets below. Sure it was late but there was activity and where there was activity there was action and she knew with her looks she would have no problem in finding a good safe place to stay.
Sorry to say no manner of attitude can protect you on the streets at night and so she learned her first hard lesson, what is easily given can be easily taken away as her purse was stolen from her just as she was going into the corner store. Tears ran down her cheeks as she told the old man behind the counter about what had just happened. For a moment he did look like he cared and then he said, "You have three choices, the mission, the police or the streets."
What was she to do? |