Diana at night: Hunts Point, Bronx
Diana, twenty, was turning tricks, waiting for her husband. She was worried about him and worried because the night was cold and she had no blanket to warm her and hide her as she slept.
As we spoke passing johns harassed and shouted at her. "Hey babe, you want my big dick?" She shouted back, "I have seen it, it ain't big."
The night was clear and physically beautiful: The constellation of Orion was emerging from above the trees. The Pleiades were shining. It was also the peak of the Orionid Meteor shower, falling stars where even making it to Hunts Point.
I felt guilty for leaving her, felt guilty that as I could speak to her, listen to her plea for another blanket, that at the same time I was watching the stars.
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