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We squealed around dangerous curves, toking as we passed a Mexican ice-cream cart, kids selling flowers on the corners, dusty red hills, dungarees and sombreros hanging over balconies, and gaudy low riders hopping like grasshoppers in the sting of the feverish temperature. I take off my shirt and let my dirty black bra serve as a bikini top. Black bras aren’t just for wearing with the skullheads, while tossing around in the sheets- it is a real fashion statement to push the immodesty factor to exhausting limits. Skin attracts males. Plain and simple. And right now I am hitching a life from the club and I want to stay in the system. Nothing ever remains the same with games, and working a battered but clean motorcycle gang requires skill. I thought I learned it from Shreeve years ago, but that didn’t end up as pretty. I still wake up crying like a baby from that- and it was years ago. “Turn that head of yours off” says Charlie. I laugh and tell her “it’s numb” but it isn’t, and my heart is beating faster with curiousity as we pull up to the club.