Fires of the Mind

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Somewhere in downtown L.A. some God forsaken hour in the morning, same day

There's someone touching her, a man he's got big hands she can tell. It's not Phanos, he'd be more likely to be groping her right now. Cracking open one bleary eye she winces at the light flooding her vision, this isn't her apartment...or Lindsey's fucking apartment. The one he bought for Denny, completely ignoring the fact that he already had a home and a mother. She wishes Phanos would break that asshole's face, but he's too strung out to break an egg right now. Sighing she opens her eye all the way groaning in disgust at the bloated gas bag wrapped around her waist. He's bald, middle aged, and screams mid-life crisis.

His wedding ring screams unhappy marriage, her body shakes. At least he was vanilla some of the other fortyish guys aren't so gentle. They take kink to the dungeon and drag it through the torture chamber on the way out. Not that she cares, the last person she really gave herself to with any level of intimacy involved was Hunter, but when Denny was born he stopped paying attention to her and started spending all his time with him. It hurt, and he changed completely cutting ties with all their friends getting a nine to five job...in short Hunter became a drag.

And for the last year Denny was one, her maternal feelings only stretching as far as her last fix. Is it sad that she's a better mother on heroine than she is when she's hurting for a hit? She thinks so, and so does Phanos but he's been in favor of dumping Denny since Hunter went into his coma. Easing herself away from her John Mina staggers around the hotel room gathering her clothes and purse. She has just enough smack for her morning fix...after that she's out. The money she made last night is already in Phanos' pocket so he can pay his dealer. She thinks about Tres and the money she could make giving him Denny for a few days. She'd be set for a few weeks, perverts usually pay the most after all. And Tres is a pervert extraordinaire. Anyone who messes with kids has to be a creep.

The first time she got Denny back after loaning him out he wouldn't speak to her for a week, he cried and screamed and was afraid of anyone coming close to him. The remnants of her soul hurt for her son, but the knowledge that she was set for over a month and could afford the rent and groceries off set her guilt. She did it for him, so that he could keep his room and his toys and not have to live on the streets like she did. Hunter never would have allowed it; but then again Hunter got clean because of Denny. Not her. The kid.

Middle aged loner is out cold so she filches what little cash he has left for her breakfast, suppressing a shudder as she takes one last look at his bloated body before taking off. She can feel the surge of relief in her veins from the hit she just took, it won't last but for now she's set. Sneaking into a gas station by Phanos' diner Mina dials the number to the dealer he's staying at. Phanos barks a response pissed and strung out, but assuring her he's on his way to pick her up. He'll probably be hungry when he shows up, she muses to herself perusing the shelves of junk food in the gas stations store.

The clerks watch her carefully, probably expecting her to try and steal something. And while she's not above some shop lifting she knows the cops are looking for her and Phanos for some bullshit involving Denny. As if he'll remember being with Tres when he grows up, he'll forget all about it. If not it would leave him with an indelible reminder of how to avoid pedos in the future. In that respect she'd done him a favor, he'll know what to watch out for.

Picking out two packs of powdered donuts Mina grabs a cup of coffee and makes her way to the counter. Sneering at the clerk she hands over her items and the money to purchase them swaying her ass at the man as she leaves. Fucker, just like every other guy disgusted by her habit and her profession but as soon as she walks away their eyes are drawn straight to her butt. Typical uncomplicated base male behavior, a gold mine in so many respects. A painful reminder of her near indentured servitude to Phanos in many others.

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