Another Notch in Her Belt...
If I arrive on your doorstep Could you hold in the tears? You let them go like falling stars And passing through the years You have to lose to really win We both found out way too late I'm running like I have no home And all I can do now is sin - Secondhand Girl – Shocking Pink Belize looked down at the body with a look of unemotional quandary. Her eyes taking in the partial nakedness of the overweight, slovenly man who just minutes before had Bel pinned to the bed in her ship and tried to rape her. The man who traded sex for much needed supplies. Now, he was grey with green foam trickling out of his mouth, his pants wrapped around his ankle and his brown eyes staring out into nothing as he descended into his own personal hell. She felt the urge to kick him as she buttoned up her shirt, each button taking an eternity as she debated what to do. She thought about what had happened before, her hand instinctively lifting to graze her fingers along her now swollen cheek and bloody lip. ...