.. I didn't really want to rent it out to a man." the voice answered again.My heart sank as my homeless state weighed more heavily on my shoulders. "I... see, but please, even just for tonight.. maybe I could find somewhere else tomorrow... I'm new in town and really am desparate."The door opened slightly wider and I saw the old woman's face peer through the crack. She looked me up and down. "Don't like your hair" she said to me, "boys with long hair are usually trouble." "I'm no trouble ma'am,. "I clocked you at 70 in a 55. Have you been drinking this evening?" and she squirmed in her seat, 'Damn, he can smell it,' she thought, "Only two drinks, Officer," and she watched his eyes as he showed his disbelief. "Please step out of the car, Ma'am," and he opened her door as she spun around to get out, her skirt once again riding up to her thighs, but she didn't care now, maybe if he got a good look, he would let her go.He had her walk around to the other side of the car, "Ma'am, I think. After they had left to go to the club, she realized that Marissa was homeless. Not just the wary was she carried herself as though she was ready to pick up and take off at any moment, but the way she interacted with other people and her. She carried her darkness with her like a cloak and she found herself being drawn in. She wanted to know this girl. Had seen her in her dreams. Someone who has seen things and lived things that most people should never have to. She could feel her capableness,. He sneered at her and drug his tongue up her cheek. So fucking sweet. Ill be your pussy is even sweeter. His sneer widened as she choked upon hearing his words. W-what? she asked quietly. You heard me, bitch. His free hand moved over her body, pinching her braless breasts and pulling hard on the nipples as she struggled against him. He pinned her closer to the wall with his body and moved his hand down to her crotch to cup and squeeze her denim clad pussy. So fucking hot, arent you. You want.