If she had gotten off the bus in Oceanside, I might have at least offered to buy her lunch, so that she would receive at least one unselfish act of kindness before she finally met up with the guy who, when the two of them were alone in his bedroom, and they had both undressed, would ask (these guys always wait until the last minute to spring this stuff on you, and if you're a guy, too, then your dick is as hard and as ready for action as his is, and so he's hoping you'll be so horny you'll be willing to do any-goddamned-thing, and that's when he asks...), "Are you into golden showers? Can I piss in your mouth?" or, "Do you like to be strangled?" and maybe this is the one night when he just won't take no for an answer, especially since he's paying good money for this, and so he might have to use a little force, just a little, just enough to show her that tonight is definitely not the night to say no to him, and if she gets excited, then he might have to use a little more force, and... well, sometimes a guy just doesn't know his own strength, does he?

But she didn't take the bus all the way to Oceanside, she got off at Encinitas, and that was the last time I ever saw her: sitting on a bench at the bus stop in Encinitas, not approaching any of the men at the stop, but just sitting on the bench and staring at my bus as it drove away.