The Price of Gas
The moon was behind dark low clouds; the sky looked like milk over a bruise when we abducted her. It was a paid job. Grab the girl and take her to the house. Have some fun first. I always liked a con better than chloroform for kidnaping. “Can you tell me how to get to the nearest post office?” Passenger side window rolled down, pretty jogger outside. Sliding door booms open, second man grabs her and hauls her inside. Like that. This time the girl was on the Church Street line heading home to her San Francisco apartment from her job downtown in the financial district. We were on the same trolley. Her name was Dani Taylor and she was every man’s dream fuck. Her short skirt said to the men looking at her on …