It was the end of summer, Septmber 24th 1985. I was driving down Hemphill after leaving work, looking for my favorite filling station, to get gas before continuing on my trip back home.
For ten years I had done this same routine, always stopping at the Conoco to fill up to make it
55 miles home on a Friday night. As I pulled up to the pump and inserted my Conoco card, an older Oldsmobile pulled up beside me and the young lady asked me if I was interested in a date. I was no stranger to the prostitution that had overtaken the streets of this once exclusive neighborhood.
She was young, 19, she said, I was betting younger. Point blank she said, I will fuck you for twenty dollars, or for ten if you will buy me a Coke and put ten dollars worth of gas in my car.

Having seen many a john approached by vice, I simply told her I was not interested. She motioned me over to her car, and as I approached, she reached under her denim skirt and rolled her panties off of her ass, revealing her muff covered slit. Mr., I will do anything you want to do,
I have a place to take you, and you can do anything you want with me or to me. Brazenly, she started fingering her open twat for me to see. I motioned for her to drive up to the pump and pumped ten dollars worth of gas into her car.