Riverside Drive just east of downtown Fort Worth, Texas is a place where I could always go and be guaranteed to find someone willing to fuck for around twenty bucks. The middle eighties, the prostitutes of all ages and races were almost always present standing by the convenience stores, or walking alongside the roadside. By the middle nineties, the police had made a prominent effort to rid the neighborhoods of the street walkers. Still, you can usually find one or two hookers somewhere along the way between Lancaster Avenue and highway 121. It was the end of summer in 1997 when I made my way up Riverside one Saturday, headed to the liquor store right about sixth street. Just as I was turning into the parking lot, a young girl stepped from around the dumpster next to my car. “Hey, Mister, wanna date?”, she queried. Looking her over, I would say she might have been nineteen or twenty. Although not a raving beauty, she was actually one of the neatest looking hookers I had seen along that stretch of road, Her long dark hair was ponytailed through the back of a Rangers baseball cap. her pink-midriff cut tee shirt showed a tanned stomach and a pierced navel. Although I couldn’t see her eyes through the sunglasses she had on, she appeared to be quite casual and not ansy like many of the crack whores are along this road. Her arms did not appear to be needle pricked and her black shorts appeared to be clean. She appeared to have well manicured nails and was wearing women Nike shoes that appeared very clean.My first thought was, “this is a vice sting.” She reached under her shirt and lifted it up to reveal two very nice breasts, with darkened nipples prominently displayed.