The people coming and going, "playmates," he cracks, irritate his sense of propriety. He mutters a resentful racial slur.He is thumbing through a new ...ssue of "Hand Gunner" magazine, lingering over photo layouts of heavy-caliber semi-auto weapons. I wonder at this preoccupation with heavy hand-toys, and for a chill instant I link his intense irritation with the "in-your-face" situation across the street. It's best not to dwell on these thoughts.Vance comments that the red-house people may have. She saw the confusion on my face and sensed the struggle i was having, so she looked at me and her face grew serious and she said "shall I?". I slowly nodded, i was having trouble forming words and my mouth had gone dry. Yeah, i eventually mumbled out. She lifted the jumper slowly, never taking her eyes from me until the jumper got hooked up over her face and in her long tangle of blonde hair. She only had a bra on underneath, simple small and white. I guess she was a 32/34A but the thing i. Also, I tip very well for her if she is nice for me." Christ, I was starting to speak pigeon English.The girl nodded to Isabella and said something in Spanish. Isabella slid off the chair and headed off. "She get her things." I nodded. I reached into my pocket and took out a twenty and handed it to the girl. She looked surprised."Gracias," I said.She took the money. She took my hand and looked at me earnestly. "Listen. Isabella a sweet girl. You be nice to her. I tell you this and it is true.. Daniel continued driving, but as he looked in his rear view mirror, he saw that the girl was dressed in a biking outfit, like the ones he had seen other people wearing, as they rode their ten speeds along the highway, deftly avoiding the construction sites. It was that one simple observation, that she was dressed like a biker, and yet had no bicycle, that made Daniel move over to the side of the road. He watched as the girl’s face suddenly transformed, from a sour expression of contempt to one.