Fuck and Run
by feldman
Now that it's over he thinks of all the things he should have thought of before.
What if she has AIDS? What kind of girl paints her skin grey, even under her clothes? What if Kim finds out? What if he just got this girl pregnant?
Karen. Karen Shaw. He gouges the name into his brain and returns her nervous smile. She wasn't like that in the truck. She'd been soothing calm, the only thing that kept his heart from skidding out of his chest as she touched him. She'd kissed him like she knew him, like she liked him, even though they were strangers and for all she knows he fucks girls in crack houses every day.
He stifles the giggle before it
breaks loose, and smiles when she hands him the glass, trying to be polite
when all he wants is to run.