“Where else would I go to find you?” I asked.She walked over and stood a few feet in front of me. She put a hand on her hip and cocked it to the s...de, assuming that sexy stance that all women have that makes you wonder what exactly they’re thinking. “Uh, yeah, I’ve had a shitty night, and it’s all your fault,” she said, in that sexy, bitchy tone I’d come to love about her.“My fault?” I asked, stunned at how she could possibly insinuate I had anything to do with what she had been through in the. "Yes." "Do you hate us men, too?" I ventured. "No," Yukio said. She kept her head down, but raised her eyes tentatively under her lush lashes. "I'm glad to hear that Yukio," I said. "Why don't you come closer?" The girl looked around as if panicked. "I don't think I should. If someone sees !" "No one will see." From the corner of the cell, Kirk stirred. "What are you doing?" he asked. "We are supposed to be keeping up our strength. "Don't worry," I said, not taking my eyes off the beautiful. "Okay." Would you like another wine?" I dunno. Do I need one?" I think so." Okay then." Coming right up."After topping up Elaine's glass, Kendra organised the washing up but was quite clearly biting her lip as she did so. Elaine wondered what was troubling her."I, ah," Kendra began, concentrating on a dish in her hands. She glanced at Elaine before continuing. "I think I'm a lesbian."Elaine rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and I'm the Pope."Kendra looked up from her task. "I'm serious."Sipping her wine,. “I want a star to be my sugar daddy. Being a star is hard work. Being the boy he comes home to and has to keep secret is a piece of cake.”“As long as you let him fuck you whenever he wants,” Duane said.“Don’t crowd him, Duane. Boy’s got a right to do what he wants.”“Got that all figured out, then,” Duane, the other homeless guy crouched around a fire in an oil barrel under a Golden State Freeway Bridge where the highway crossed the Los Angeles River next to L.A.’s Elysian Park. “Where did you.