Body Count

she wore sneakers

without socks

a pair of ragged shorts

not even large enough to

hide her phone

and a top that looked like

it was made of

dreads. Luckily

it didn’t have much to cover

As she boasted before,

she got out of lots of trouble

thanks to looking

like a minor

Tonight she took the time to

share another story

of her wild past and talked about

a concept she called

body count

He wasn’t sure

whether it meant the number

of people she killed

or the number of people she

slept with

Tonight the body count

was 66

On another night it

was 48

On another it was

something in the hundreds

But of course

she had some drinks under

the belt now

so he didn’t bother her with

questions. Just listened to

her and made ‘aha’ noises

Soon enough she was

touching herself under the table

and biting her lips. “Ah, all

this talk of body counts

made me so hot,” she said, and

thrust her hand into her shorts

and pulled out her phone

and showed it to him. “Say,

are you in the mood?”

“What?” he said, “For what?”

“What the hell you think?” she

said. “Breaking the law. What

else do you do when

you get hot?”

He just watched

her

“Look,” she continued, “here’s

the plan. You activate the

Bluetooth on your phone and

go around parked cars. If some

dumbass left a device in their car

the search signal will pick up on

it and even tell you what it is.

That’s how you know

what cars to break into. It’s

such a simple and effective trick,

don’t you think?”

“Wait,” he said, “that’s... what

you do when you

get hot?”

She stood up

and as she didn’t even hear his

words she shouted, “I said,

are you ready? Let’s go! Turn

on your Bluetooth and follow

me, darling.”

Unlike her,

he was as sober as

one could be. Still, he stood

and followed her

outside