She had a bag slung over her right shoulder and was watching the prostitutes who were strutting along the pavement plying their trade. She was, Russell thought, about eighteen, another runaway who'd suddenly found out for herself the harsh reality of life on the streets. Cold, hungry and he guessed, desperate now, she was obviously trying to pluck up enough courage to sell her body for sex.He eased the car into the kerb alongside her and she looked at the expensive car first, before looking nervously at him.Pressing the button, he lowered the window and smiled at her, “I pay a hundred pounds, they,” he indicated the girls she'd been watching, some of them were leaning into car windows discussing their prices, “earn twenty pounds if they're lucky.” He gave her his best smile, “Well, what do you think?"Slowly, timidly, she edged towards the car and hesitated for a moment, but then after taking a deep breath, she opened the passenger door and got in. He could smell the rank dampness of her clothes."I haven't done this before,”
