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decision. He decided to do it. In one swift motion he unzipped his pants and pulling at his undershorts released his throbbing member into the air.
    â€œTake a look at dat!” he exclaimed, constricting the appropriate muscles so that it jiggled. There was a wild gleam in his eye. “You like dat, miss?” he asked.
    The girl shook her head in disbelief. “Oh man, are you gauche,” she said. “No class at all.” She opened the door and got out of the car.
    â€œWait,” Pelzic shouted as his tool immediately shrivelled and collapsed. “At least buy me a pack of cigarettes. I’ll give you some spare change.”
    The girl stopped and turned. “How much?”
    â€œA quarter,” Pelzic said, hastily stuffing his penis back into his pants and doing up the zipper.
    â€œGimme half a buck and I’ll get you the smokes.”
    â€œOkay, here.” He clicked a dollar and five cents out of his money changer and handed the coins to the girl.
    â€œWhat brand?”
    â€œBuckingham.”
    â€œRight.” She turned to go.
    â€œHow do I know you’ll come back?” Pelzic said.
    â€œYou don’t. I may or I may not.”
    Pelzic shrugged. He needed a cigarette badly. It was worth throwing out a half dollar for the possibility of getting one.
    The girl turned and headed up the alley towards Peel Street.

CHAPTER 7
    AS LEVIN PUT ON HIS BRIGHT LIGHTS he could see the girl leaning forward to take a drag from the driver’s cigarette. Levin cursed in frustration. The girlfriend had obviously brought some dope with her and now they were turning on. They’d have a party, probably end up screwing while he, Levin, had to sit it out alone and horny. Shit! If only he had installed the goddamn phone in the car. He sat there flicking his brights on and off, and chuckling wickedly to himself. Then he stopped that and tried to discern what was going on.
    They appeared to be talking now. The girl began to motion towards Levin indicating that the lights were bothering her. Good, good. Maybe it would really get her uptight. He felt bad about doing that to the girl but the driver had done the same to him. If he wasn’t going to have any fun, then neither would the taxi driver.
    Suddenly Levin saw the girl open the door and step out of the car. He could see her lean back towards the window as though exchanging a few words with the taxi man. Levin saw the man extend his hand out the window as though giving something to her. She turned and began to walk up the alley in the direction of Levin’s car.
    Levin’s mind was spinning. Something was up but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what it was.
    The girl walked towards the car. As she neared the side door, she stopped and turned to face Levin. “You got any spare change?”
    Levin didn’t reply immediately. He was overcome by the beauty and youth of the girl. What was she up to? he wondered. Normally when he was approached by a young girl panhandling, he would reach into his pocket and draw out some change. Not always though. It depended on how he was asked and the overall appearance of the person. In most cases though, when it was a girl he would give, if he had. With the boys he was more reluctant, but even with them he would give if he liked an individual’s style–which wasn’t the case most of the time. Some of them asked as though the money was owed to them.
    He looked closely at the girl. He saw what appeared to be an open trusting face. He didn’t feel she could have any bad intentions and, besides, even if she did, he was curious to find out what they were. In any case, he wanted to give her the money.
    â€œYeah, I have some,” Levin said finally. He reached into his pocket, pulled out whatever change was there, and held it out to the girl. She took the money in a thin, long-fingered hand.
    â€œHey thanks, thanks a lot.”
    â€œYou’re welcome,”