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Slash and Jessi walked down the street. Slash trying not to think of what happened, and Jessi trying to figure out where to go from here. Slash couldn't help but think of how awkward Jessi looked. She had the white sheet that covered the body before draped around here like a cloak. Like he was one to talk, he was still wearing his shredded and dirt covered clothing. He looked over. He could see it in her eyes. Jessi was planning something, and like everything else that had happened, it wasn't going to be good.

Jessi suddenely stopped in her tracks. Like she senced something. She turned her head, and in a dark alley way, there stood another young woman. But this one wasn't pretty at all. She was really skinny, her jegged cheek bones almost tearing from her face. Dark bags uner her eyes stood out from her shakey pale skin. "Hey little man. Looking for a good time?" She said. Her voice was dry and raspy. "Umm..." Slash went to reply, to get away, but Jessi intrupted. "He's not." She replied. "But maybe you could help me." Jessi walked up to the lady. She looked confused, but didn't back away when Jessi walked towards her. "Slash," She whispered calmly. "Look away." Who was he to argue. He put his hands over his ears closed his eyes, turned and slowly walked away. he knew what was coming.

Jessi cam up behind him, place her gentle hand on his shoulder that startled him out of his thoughts. She at least had shoes now. He didn't know why he noticed that first. Second thing he noticed was a rolls of cash in her left hand. hudred dollar bills to be exact. He looked up at her with the 'Why?' look, but they just got up and walked back down the street.

The two sat and ate in silence. They now had real food to eat and new clothes on their back. Slash was wearing a pair of loose blue jeans, with and a pair of blue sneakers on his feet. A navy blue T-shirt with a black jacket tied tightly around his waist. Jessi on the other hand, was wearing a pair of tighter blue jeans, that hung fairly low on her hips. The pair of boots she stole from the hooker Unlaced slightly. A dark red T-shirt hugged around her torso. On the shirt, a skull rested right under her callor bones on her chest. a black jacket also tied around her hips. They sat and ate on the curb of a neutrally busy street. There were people coming in and out of shops. Couples walking down the streets with their children. The occasional pervert looking for a quick lay. It was disturbing yet peaceful. Slash looked over and just couldn't help but grin. He sat and watched Jessi eat. She was so cute. Like a little puppy. She flicked her eyes up to catch Slash staring at her. he blushed and quickly looked away. She smirked and turned back, waiting for Slash to finish so they could get going.

It was getting dark. The two were heading back to their makeshift house. Jessi was thrown to the ground by tow men who ran past them. "Shit! C'mon man!" The taller one hissed. "Shut up!" The shorter blonde man hissed back. Slash helped Jessi up to her feet, and they both looked back to see what just flew past them. Jessi was thrown to the ground again by an even larger, more mucular man. He stopped ia few feet from the two and yelled, "And if I ever see your faces again, I'll slit your throats and gut you like a fish!" He turned and stomped back. Slash helped Jessi to her feet for the second time. "What the hell was that?" She asked holding her head. She felt as thought she'd been hit by a bus. "I don't know, let's just go." Slash said, and they kept walking down into the night.

They got home, and Jessi was exaughsted. When they were both in, she kicked the door closed with her foot, kick her boots off, and flopped right down on the matress. Slash looked at her again. The wasy her body was stretch like that on the bed. He sighed trying to control himself. I mean, this was a thirteen year old girl he was looking at. And he was eighteen now! He shouldn't be thinking like that. She stratched her arms above her head and her back arched with the movement. Slash couldn't help it anymore. He blushed furiously, and he felt his cock twitch in his jeans. He straightened up and tried to think of anything but this girl. He sat on the bed and closed his eyes. Thinking over many disturbing things that might relax his mind. There was a shift of the bed behind him and slender fingers came to rest getly on his cheek. he snapped his eyes open and saw those soft, caring green eyes, filled with concern. "Do you fell okay?" She asked and her hand came to rest on his forhead. "You feel awfully hot." "I'm f- fine!" He almost yelled. "Okay." She whispered. "Good night then." With that she curled over on the far end of the matress and soon fell asleep. "Night." Slash squeeked. 'What a mess I've gotten myself into.' He thought to himself.