"Coming?"
The word made the girl smile again. She hugged the bathrobe tightly and followed the biker. No, nothing would be the same for her again.
"Where's the other girl?" Christina asked, stopping in front of the house and looking at Chuck.
"Back where she came from," Mike answered. "Why, you hungry for cunt-meat? Ain't cock good enough for you no more?"
The words stung the girl's pride, but only for a moment. She thought of that brunette and of the life she led. Something like envy gripped Christina. For a mad second, she wondered if she could become Mike's "woman".
"Come on," he urged again. "And don't worry about the mutt. The Heathens'll be here fuckin' soon and get 'im."
Would she ever meet Mike again? What a crazy idea. But as she followed him down Ocean Front Walk, Christina hoped she would.