A tight end on the football team, 15 year old Lucas is a handsome blue eyed blond, 6 feet tall and weighing in at 180 pounds. “Sounds like you’re starting to dig Miranda, too, J.J., baby!” the hippie purrs, running her hand up and down the stud’s bicep. “Right on!” the hippie exclaims. “Yeah and that’s why I’m doing it…I need to be totally focused on the big game next week and all those guys can do is bust my balls…” the redheaded stud grumbles. Drop me off here!” she suddenly calls out and J.J. “Wow! counters. But she made him happy, and that’s the important thing. “Oh, shit! and she’s already looking forward to next year when she’ll have Steve’s baby in her belly. “I mean, like, guys are just so dumb…” the hippie giggles. In less than two minutes, the driver climbs aboard, the door swings shut and the bus pulls out of the terminal, carrying the hippie on the first leg of her long journey south…
Friday, September 9. It’s already been a long trip; she’s not even halfway to Mexico City and she’s drowsy and hungry. Miranda doesn’t give the new arrival a chance to identify himself as friend or foe; she drops him with two slugs to the chest even as the elevator door closes behind him.
