"Why,."Why,... why down there? he asked. "Cause the fuzz don't look there man. 'Cause you scream that he's feeling you. You yell out as loud as ya can that he's playing with ya dick. Mostly they stop and sometimes you can ditch the shit before they get you to the station for a strip search." "Oh!" Rafael said. He reached down, pulling his belly in, sliding the small plastic bag down between his pants and underpants. Somehow he didn't like the idea of having the bag against his bare flesh. "Not there ya dumb shit, right next to ya fuckin' dick," Rabbit sighed in frustration. "If the fuzz come at'cha you scream real loud like he's grabbing your dick, okay?" Rafael nodded and Rabbit moved forward. He opened the van door and stepped out onto the footpath. "Come on dumb-shit. Whatcha waiting for, a fuckin' invitation?" Rafael scrambled out after the boy. "I'll pick you guys up 'round nine okay?" Luis said with a smile, then put the van in gear and pulled away from the curb. Rafael turned to the other boy, "Why'd he call you Rabbit?" he asked. Rabbit grinned, " Maybe 'cause I run fast. You gotta run fast when the fuzz come, man. Maybe 'cause I fuck a lot. Shit I dunno, he's always called me that." Rafael nodded. "What do I do?" he asked. The other boy grinned, "You spot man. You hold the fuckin' shit and you watch for the fuzz. You beep me if you see the fuzz come past the gate over there." Rafael nodded, "What do I hold, but?" he asked curiously. "The coke?" "You ain't so dumb are ya? Yeah, you hold th'a fuckin' coke, and what we take. I make the hits. When I sold a few I come back for more. Holdin' too much is bad bus'ness, man. 'cause some asses know what's going down." He walked with Rafael over to the gate and made sure that the boy was well located; close to the gate where he could see the arrival of the police and close to the baby-sitters and mothers with the young children in the playground. |