My little latina – ch1

Authors note:

This is the second story I publish on the web. All comments are welcome but if any of the categories named don’t fit your taste then please don’t read it. If you read it anyway then don’t criticize me for writing about the things you dislike.

Since English is neither my first nor second language all spelling and grammar corrections are more than gratefully accepted.

I read the story “Camp” a couple of years back and since then the idea of psionics has intrigued me…

Enjoy
J. Bailey



My little latina.

He was 29 years of age and on his way home, driving one of those endless country roads. It was hot and he had been driving since six in the morning. Although noon had just passed he was already longing for a bath and a nice soft bed. Unfortunately he still had some hours to go before that wish would be fulfilled. Finally, it was already two in the afternoon, he saw one of those little road-stops that look like pimples on a never ending line of road.

Six houses on one side. Eight on the other and a few shacks behind them. What was most important was that there was a Diner. He stopped the car by the diner and as he got out he stretched his legs and arms trying to get rid of some of the stiffness in his joints.

He entered the Diner and was greeted by an elderly waitress with a pot of coffee in her hand who asked him if he liked a cup of coffee and if she could take his order. He ordered a steak with hash brown potatoes, greens and gravy. As desert he ordered warm apple pie with ice cream and some more coffee.



She was 22 years of age and was sitting in a Diner waiting for someone she could relieve of some money. She was a cute little thing and had come illegally over the south border. She had fought hard for every day of her existence in the new country and had been pushed from job to job by guys that didn’t think of anything but to screw her. Either financially or literarily.

After six months of having put up with this harassment she decided to turn the knife around and get her own slice of the pie. She took whatever money she could from her last employer and fled west. She had hit him over the head with a golf club after he raped her in his office. She had run out of money the day before but was able to hitch a ride to the road stop. As she saw him come out of his car she decided to pay him some attention. He looked kind of nice and naive, and in her eyes he was just perfect as a target.



As he enjoyed his steak, which was actually quite good, he heard a voice:

“Hey, se? You going west?” He looked up and into the eyes of a beautiful latino girl.

“Yes I am.” He said looking her over.

“Could you give me a ride?”

“How old are you?”

“22”

He looked at her for a while before saying:

“Ok. Come over here and we’ll talk.”

She moved over to his table bringing her backpack along with her.

“Where are you going?” he asked her.

“California, where it’s warm. I’ve been working up north but it is too cold.”

“ ‘you from Mexico?” he asked her. She nodded and her look became rather uncertain as if she had already said too much.

“When did you last eat?”

“Yesterday.”

He looked at her and she lowered her eyes, looking kind of embarrassed. He called the waitress over and ordered another set of what he was having.

“No, I can’t…” she started, but he cut her off.

“We have a long way to go and I’m not gonna have you get sick on the way. Either you eat or you stay here and find someone else that’s gonna give you a lift.

She gave up arguing and as the food came she ate her steak with vigor and she actually finished her desert as well.

“ ‘you feel better now?”

She quietly nodded her head not able to look into his eyes.

“ ‘you need anything before we leave?”

She shook her head.

“Well then let’s go. We have a long way to go before we can settle down for the night.”

He paid the waitress, tipping her a twenty, earning him a big smile from her.

“Please do come again, sir. And be careful now… You hear. Those young girls… One never knows. And there is something strange about this one.”

“I will be careful.” He smiled back at her and walked outside into the sun where the girl was waiting for him.

“Hi, my name is James.” He smiled at her and offered his hand. She took it and for the first time she smiled at him.

“Maria.” she replied. He looked at her with a skeptic look on his face.

“What can I say, my mother was very religious.”

“Ok. Let’s get into the car and get going.”



They got into his car after putting her backpack in the trunk and headed on down the road. They continued chatting for a while and she told him how she had crossed the border and then gone from job to job until she ended up in that little road-stop he had met her in. She told him how she had spent last night in a shed not far from the diner.

After an hour or so she fell asleep and he watched her face.