One Shot Wonder

10 rebuilt

One Shot from: Golden.

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Living on the streets is never easy to not have the comfort of home and family. It was harder to watch. To see the young mother lose herself trying to provide for her small boy. Between given her self to men for money. Only to squander it away on drugs. Some how she lost her way, and then lost her life.

At her death the custody of her child was given to her only living relative. The child's grandmother did the best she could even though she was in the grip of alzheimers. His abuela tried to give the boy the best home. He was happy until he turned fifteen.

That was the year he found out the love he had for someone was not returned. Also the love of the church his abuela thought was best was vile and drity. That was the year he ran from it all. To live a half life on the streets.

It was hard not knowing where his next meal was coming from. So often he did without. Hungry drove him to keep moving. That and the threat of the crime on the streets. He had lost count of the number of times he had been beaten for nothing more than pocket change.

One day he would have a better life.

One day he would have a real home.

One day he would know what is was to be truly loved.

He stood just to the side of the doorway of the upscale shop. His face upturned to the display in the store window. The display showed three different outfits. The one in the middle had captured his attention. A black and white plaid shirt open up to reveal a black and white baseball tshrit. Pair with a dark jeans, the only splash of color came from the bright red scarf that was draped over the sholders of the maquin.

It made him look down at his own shabby clothes in discuss. A sharp rapping on the store front window knocked him out of his thoughts. The ageing face of the sale's lady apears in the window. She made shoo'in motions with her hands. It was clear to the young man that the rich did not want his homeless self around.

Just as he is about to move away he notices a limo pull up to the cruve. Fantasticed by the richness of the car he couldn't find it in himself to move away.

He watched as a tall older man gets out of the drivers side. He stops long enough to slip on a pair of dark gloves before he moves to the back door of the limo. The driver opens the door and holds out his hand to assist the passager our of the car. Soon a pale hand reaches out for the driver.

The driver helps the most beautiful woman the young man has ever seen. She stood only about 5'5" with a thin frame. She was dressed all in black. Her jet black hair was pulled up into a elaborate bun. The woman and the driver talk briefly before the woman begins to make her way to the store.

The young man quickly moves to the door and holds it open her as she walks up. Though walking is really to common a word for the way this woman moved. It looked more like floating. Just as she passed by him she turns her midnight eyes at him.

"Thank you" her voice was as soft as a spring breeze. The young man felt his whole world shift.

"Y-Y-your welcome" he can studded in return.

She made her way into the shop greeting the sales lady. The young man stuffs his hands into his pockets and starts to walk away. He know when he was no longer needed.

Before he could move to far away from the shop he heard someone shout.

"Hey!" The sound of high heels slapping aginst cement made him stop and turn. "Yes you. Here the mistress wanted me to give you this." She passed him a gold business card. She spins on her heels and goes back to her customer. The man look at the card. In bold lettering is printed across the center of the card:

Mistress K.
MISTRESS OF SUBMISSION

He fliped the card over to reveal a phone number and a note that read.

If you want to change your life for the better just call. K.