Chapter Forty-five
Mickey sat in her compartment, her mind turning over. She had a stowaway on the rig, some guy that was a danger to the women and she needed to find a way to draw him out. What else does a guy need besides food and water? Mickey held a vision of Babbs wringing the back of her neck and her words echoed in Mickey’s ears: “I hate to say, but now he’s had a taste of little Precious...”
The guy will want a shot at f*****g one of the other women, Mickey reasoned. Why wouldn’t he? He had gotten away with it once already and other young, attractive girls were members of her crew. Or maybe he’d want to sample one of the older woman: Alison, Babbs, Lena and certainly Rosa. And she could not exclude herself from that list.
Mickey took a moment to reflect on her image in the mirro
