Chapter 7

She had pondered many disguises for this night, disguises ranging anywhere from that of a frumpy homeless lady, to a streetwalker. Somehow, she couldn’t imagine herself making a convincing hooker. She was slight of build and her body had never quite…bloomed, as she’d always hoped for. She did, however, think she made an adequate transient.

She cleared her throat. Stiffening her spine, which already felt close to snapping, she said again, “I can’t go with you”

“Your little trio of drunks didn’t scare you enough?”

“No. They didn’t. And It’s not like I come here all the time. I just wanted to…”

His brows lifted. “You wanted to?”

Bonnie stared at him for a while and decided that she couldn’t discuss her feelings and activities with a total stranger. She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter” she said. “But I can’t go with you. My father can’t just tell you to bring me home. I am an adult and I sure as hell can do whatever I want to do.”

He closed his eye