CHAPTER THREE
Sitting in the coffee shop at three in the morning, smiling at Linda, then looking back down at the four bills which lay next to the cup of steaming coffee she was sipping, Kathy could not believe what she had just done and where she had just been.
Outside, on the sidewalks of night, lone cars went by swiftly. Some of them honked, from others, laughter spilled out, like glass falling out of an open truck. Streetlights made pools of brightness in the overpowering blackness of night. It was a strange hour to be up- Streets were mostly deserted, with humans few and far between. It had been a long time since Kathy Eaton had been up at that hour. It had been an even longer time since she had sucked a man's c**k. It had been over ten years since she had sucked the c**k of any man
