The night is hot and sticky. Shane can’t sleep. She tosses and turns, but still can’t find a proper position that would allow her to sink into a deep sleep. She thinks to much. She decides to get out of her bed, she checks the clock. It’s 11:30pm. She gets up and takes some clothes that are hanging on her desk chair. Jeans, T-shirt. Good enough. To go air her head a little bit and battle this insomnia caused in majority by the heat and humidity wave that has been around for the past 4 days now.

” Stupid heat wave!” She says.

She dresses up and goes down the staircase, she grabs her keys, her bag and she leaves.

Outside, she arrives to the conclusion that she’s not the only one to suffer from that heat wave. In fact, there’s a lot of people out on their lawn or sleeping on their porch. She goes to her truck: opens the door, sits, starts the engine and puts the vehicle on reverse.

No destination in particular, she wants to breathe some air.

She decides to go on King street. It didn’t change at all, drugs, prostitutes, violence, gangs and old geeks who are in search of fresh meat.

She looks at the show and consider herself as a lucky person, and would want to do everything that she could to help these young girls, because she knows how they feel she’s been there.

She stops at the red light and scans the street to see where she could stop and have a tasty burger, she’s desperately hungry. Her eyes stops on a prostitute. She’s walking back and forth on the sidewalk. She’s dressed with a black vinyl mini skirt and assorted strapless tank top, with zippered to the lower knee high heel boots. Shane is still looking, she knows that person, or does she really? She’s not sure. The light is turning to green, she accelerates, than she stops the truck beside the girl.

Shane : ” Liz?”

The prostitute turns around and looks at Shane. For a minute, the girl thought that she was up for another selfish client, but suddenly her face enlightens and she smiles.