She stepped back frowning, “That’s crazy. Why would I do that?”
“Cause you is a child molester, that’s why.”
“I’m not. You know that.”
“Yeah, but a judge and jury don’t. Fifteen years for molestin a sixteen year old black student what don’t have a mommy or daddy.”
“You would really do that?”
“Try me.” He hailed a cab and gave the driver an address. She sat as far from him as she could. “Look at it this way,” he began. “I could pimp you out and make five hundred a night off you probably more. You give me three hundred and I don’t pimp you out. That means I’m losin two hundred plus. You should be grateful.”
“I can’t believe what you just said. My God, I’m...I’m.....”
He cut her off by reaching across and slapping her face so hard she hit her head on the window. The cab driver glanced
