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Subject: 12th Street (Mg, cons, prostitution)
Date: Thu, 09 Sep 2004 14:23:35 -0700
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12th Street (Mg, cons, prostitution)
By Simple Man
Children come into this world easily but life for them differs in ways that
boggle the mind. Chicago is not really where you want to grow up, but what
choice do you have, and on 12th street girls mean only one thing, easy tight
pussy. Way more than one man can handle. The drugs and violence are
everywhere and cannot be escaped. Take Molly for example. She is 7 years
old and no longer a virgin, and in fact she barely remembers ever being one.
Her body is not bruised and she is not on drugs and just last night one of
the city's finest fucked her in payment for letting her sleep on 12th
street. It was her 7th time with him in a week, he was new. He brought her
food and let her eat, then fucked her, she never resisted. She was just one
more child in the endless array of children on 12th street.
That was it; I had read the article in Time magazine and knew Chicago like
the back of my hand. I had only the photos in Time for a reference but I
was going to find Molly and get her out of that environment. Easier said
than done.
Untied flight 421 for O'Hare was right on time and the terminal was packed
like it always was upon my arrival. Wall to wall people going someplace or
coming back from somewhere. I look like everyone else and I don't stand out
in the crowd of life that teems around me. I am no one, like they are,
nameless anonymity. Exiting the terminal I proceeded to the Cabbies waiting
and selected one. The man asked only one thing, the address of where I
wanted to go. I watched him pull the flag down and the meter was running.
He said nothing as he drove, 12th street was all he needed to get me there.
I told the Cabbie to wait, as I would be coming back with a girl. I watched
his eyes size me up and the meter's flag went down, the clock stopped. This
was not a glorious quest and I was not Don Quixote in search of windmills,
this was a mission I was committed to and if I could save just one girl,
Molly, it would be worth all the effort. I entered the street.
12th street looked like 11th street and 14th street but there were different
rules for each and if you didn't know this you might as well know nothing at
all. The 12th street gang leader approached me with the assurance I was a
complete nothing, and he could mess with me. He pulled a 22 caliber pistol
and pointed it at me asking for all of my money. What he got was my
stainless steel Colt Python in his face as he shit his pants with an audible
sound that his gang members heard behind him. Then I saw her. Molly was
nearly naked and sucking her thumb, watching me like everyone else was.
I motioned to her to come over to me and the gang leader protested. The
barrel of a Colt Python half way into his mouth quieted him down to silence.
She cautiously walked over to me her eyes staring at the pavement below. I
knelt down to her height and spoke softly to her while shit pants watched
from behind.
"You are coming with me tonight, never to return here. I am taking you
away from this place and giving you a new better life. You have no choice
in this."
The smile on her face was worth this effort, and from no less than 200 feet
away the Cabbie smiled too and nodded his approval for something. The less
than intelligent gang leader put his gun to my temple and growled that I was
not taking her anywhere. He was fast, but I was way faster and the Colt
Python's barrel was in his left eye socket and I cocked the hammer back.
"Is this worth it, you dumb shit?"
I had blinded one of his eyes and he was crying in pain. His gang left,
dispersing into places unknown, leaving him there alone for me to deal with.
"You certainly seem bent on dying tonight."
The boy dropped to his knees and begged me to spare his miserable life. I
pulled the trigger and a shot went out into the night. The boy fainted and
his gang members saw it all, the honky had killed the boy and that was
enough for them. The streets would remain quiet tonight. I took the girl's
hand and walked her to the waiting cab, the door already held open for us.
We got in and sat down. Without a word the Cabbie drove us back to the
airport.
There must be hundreds of small concessions at O'Hare International,
everything from food to booze and clothing. Molly needed some clothes and
the only thing she had on now was my jacket to hide her pretty body. I let
her pick out what she wanted and was surprised at what good taste she had in
clothes. The bill came to just under $300 and I had one happy little girl
with me now. We headed for Sardo's and a meal before our flight. Watching
her eat was a lesson in children and never having enough of anything. She
needed to pee, and I took her to the men's room and kneeled down and spread
the jacket, placing my mouth over her soft hairless pussy and let her fill
me with whatever she could give me. Her piss was sweet and tart and I don't
think she had ever done this before.
I had her change into one of her new dresses and she looked like any normal
girl her age. We boarded the plane and went home.
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