Fig Street
Fig Street
Turk Hayley drove slowly down Old Mill
road, searching carefully as he went. If the little bitch was out this way, she
better just pray to God he didn't find her.
He'd woke up, still half drunk, not more
than ten minutes after Christine had slipped out the back door. She was here,
he could smell her, right f*cking here, had to be.
Turk Hayley was one mean mother-f*cker. If you were dimwitted enough to ask him, and more than one young GI from the nearby base had, he'd tell you just like that...
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