The girl licked her lips, she was thirsty. She was afraid to drink, afraid it would be poisoned.
"Drink, I know you are thirsty," why couldn't he just kill her he thought to himself?
"I'm..okay." she said in a dry whisper.
He sat back against the far wall and stared at her. His eyes closed, his mind wandered. He was in his village, many years ago in South America. He was a leader in his tribe. He had a wife and many children. He was in charge. But he knew now that he treated his wife and the other women in the tribe badly. All except his daughter, he loved her. He had only one. She was a beautiful child, full of life. He doted on her. One day when she was just four years old, she drowned in the river. Her mother was washing clothes, the girl fell in and was gone. He was angry with his wife for letting his princess drown. He began to beat her daily, to demean her and other women. He was full of anger and rage.
He went out to hunt one day alone. A white light appeared before him. It was some kind of otherwordly being, he bowed down thinking it one of his gods.
"Get up." it told him in woman's voice. He slowly lifted his head and stood up, rage on his face.
"How dare you speak to me like that woman. Do you now who I am? I am a fierce warrior, you are nothing." He spat on the ground beside her.
"That's why I'm here. From this day forward, you will know no peace. You're wife has prayed and we have heard her prayer. You will suffer until you know what is it like. You are the not only one that lost a child, it is not for you to judge her. It was an accident, your daughter's time on this earth was not meant to be long. We thought you might change if we gave you a daughter, you did not. Your punishment will be harsh. You will no longer be whole, you must search for your inner self. Once you find it, you will be at peace. Until then, you will not die, you will not enjoy life, you will suffer.." The being was gone.
Suddenly, the great warrior changed. He looked neither male nor female, he felt different inside. He ran back to his village. He looked so strange, his people shunned him. He was driven out, the first hint of things to come.
For many years now, he had not found what was to complete him. He had turned to violence to at least get some kind of urge out, to enjoy what he did to these women. Now, he no longer enjoyed that either. He was convinced he would not find it.
He opened his eyes to find the girl silently crying.
"I am sorry, but I must find what I need so that I may rest. I am tired." he told her.
"Look, I just want to go home." she sobbed.
"I am sorry, that is not possible now. You have seen me. I cannot do that." He told her. She finally realized that he was dressed like a man, he must be a man. Maybe he had disguised himself as a woman to be more trusting. But he still had a feminine quality to his face.
"I won't tell, I promise, please I want to go home, to my parents. They don't even know where I have gone, " She begged.
He turned and walked away.
"Vicki, I really am not comfortable with you doing this." Henry insisted. Vicki had gone into her room behind her office where she used to sleep. She had some clothes in the closet that just might work. As she dressed, she asked Henry if he would feel better if she had someone with her.
"Yes, me." Henry stated the obvious.
Vicki tilted her head,"That is the point, no men."
"I could be your pimp?" Henry teased.
"I work for myself," she teased back.
When she finished dressing, she was in a short black skirt, tight halter top that left nothing to the imagination, fishnet stockings and stillettos. She added some deep blue eye shadow, took her hair out of the ponytail she had put it in and shook it. She added bright red lipstick, turning to Henry as she finished.
"So?" Vicki asked showing her finished look to Henry.
"How much?" Henry smiled.
"You couldn't afford all of this.." Vicki said smoothing her hands over her breasts, down her stomach and then onto her legs erotically. Henry groaned as she swayed by.
"I'm not letting you go out like that." Henry was in front of her in the blink of an eye.
"Excuse me?" Vicki snorted out.
"Let me rephrase..alone." Henry knew that with her beauty, the hooker look would get her way more noticed than he was willing to risk.
"How about Kate?" Mike suggested. They looked at him.
"What?" he said throwing his hands in the air.."she is a cop, she can do cop stuff, say like undercover?" Mike mocked.
"Sure, why not and then you and Henry can grab a bite to eat while we are interviewing the girls, just have Kate dressed and ready to meet me here in an hour." Vicki smiled sweetly at Henry fully aware he would be unhappy with her.
"Uh..what's he going to bite?" Mike said sarcastically.
Henry growled again, then shot Vicki a look. She was so gonna get it later..but seeing her in that outfit, it might not going to be in a bad way...