He filled his car with gas and perused the porn magazines in relative anonymity. Dressed in jeans with well-positioned holes and wearing a trashy brunette wig, Carol introduced herself to her target. “Hey there, stud,” she whispered into his right ear. “Let me know if you see one of my pictures in there.” Shocked to hear a woman’s voice, Raymond shut the magazine and turned, only to see her walking away, her white skin partially exposed through loose threads over her right butt cheek. He caught up to her just as she finished pouring herself a cup of hot coffee. He looked around for cream and sugar. “Here, Miss…uh?” Carol didn’t respond with her name. “Thank you, kind sir.” She blew the steam off her coffee. “But I like mine black.” She winked and walked to the checkout counter, put two dollars down, and headed directly to the old Pontiac that Tony had given her for this project. As she purposely fumbled with her keys, she heard a knock on her window. “I’m sorry I didn’t get your name inside,”
