Streetlights.
Damn, the cramps were starting again. Kari hated driving with them. As her stomach tightened, it reminded her of her boss. “Charlie Cramps. A fitting nickname”, she thought. Only he was messy and a pain 24/7, not just once a month. Always grabbing and wanting to fuck her. And a tampon in the mouth didn’t shut him up. She had just told him shove the job up his ass after flipping him over the bar. She had spent the rest of the night with a bottle of Smirnoff she took on her way out. Another swallow and Charlie Cramps would no longer be a memory. There was a bang and the VW Bus died as she pulled into the empty lot. “Oh, God”, she thought. What was it this time? Rain soaked her bright red hair as she opened the engine bay and saw the missing belt. “It’s 3:00 fuckin’ AM. Shit, what I am gonna do?” She looked up and saw the lights of the a...