"I am...Kamiko Harada. I am from Japan. I am new here." "I'd never have guessed you were new." I say with a straight face that makes her giggle. Off w... go, and I drop her off at housing while I head to the mail center to see if Mom could scrounge up a few bucks to send my way. She waitresses two nights a week and if she makes more than a hundred either night she sends me the excess for spending money. One week I got a check for two hundred and thirty one dollars, which, in the world of ramen. He had shed his long black leather duster in favor of a short embroidered waistcoat and matching vest with at flat brimmed creamed straw hat. Panamanian was my guess. ‘Hello there,’ I said with as much cheerfulness as I could muster. ‘Are you thinking of sampling the breakfast, too?’ His gaze passed over and through me as if he didn’t have strength to focus and certainly not to answer. Then as if he thought better of not speaking to me, he did reply after clearing his throat with a voice so. I found my taxi waiting outside the hotel and went and sat in it immediately. The taxi driver noticed me in skimpy clothes coming out of a dingy hotel.He must have thought of me as an escort who came here to fuck her customer. The driver must have had a hard-on. Every time the taxi braked, my boobs would jiggle, and he had focused the rearview mirror for the show. My boobs, without a bra, would jump on every brake giving the driver a free show.When I reached my destination, he got of the taxi. "Manny? What did he do that's got Pete so pissed?" That son-of-a-bitch is a walking fuckhead!" Pete hissed. I almost expected to see the veins on his neck jump off his body."Still hurts?" Keira asked her boyfriend."Hurt? Shit, if I didn't know better, I'd think he ripped me apart! Gawd, just sitting feels like someone shoved a hot poker in me!" Sis?" Dwayne looked at his sister with real concern. "What happened? What did Manny do that's got Pete so angry?" Not here, Munchkin," she tried to calm.