let me sleep my final sleep, WL

The handyman had been hanging around the junction most of the day. Dubbed ‘Elya’ by his friends he had been living off the streets most of his adult life, earning a buck where he could. Handing out newspapers and washing windscreens for tips wasn’t bad work but it was getting late into the afternoon. He was getting hungry and needed a meal and a bottle badly. Maybe even a dollar song from one of the Klezmer performers on his block. Rattling his change bag Elya grinned to himself. Yeah. Another hour of this Meshugenah and he would head over to the soup kitchen on the corner of Brooksdale for a bite to eat. The roads were quiet anyway and business had dried up. The sound of a powerful engine approaching fast filled the air and he turned just in time to see a red sports car zip around the corner. Braking hard at the lights light trails of smoke came off the thick tires. Elya whistled. It was a nice, new looking convertible but his attention was trained more on the occupant; a young white girl. She was in her late teens and extremely pretty, ‘Britney Spears’ blasting over her radio as she chatted enthusiastically into a tiny, pink mobile phone. All but ignoring the watching, lanky man as he picked up his bucket and wiper and walked towards the car.

She had long, dark hair that tumbled down her back and a fresh, sweet look about her. ‘A Sheyna Punin’ Elya thought. Even from outside the car it was obvious she had an athletic body. His spectacled eyes rolled down her slender neck and over her round, big tits, displayed in a tight red sweater. A selection of bangles hung around her slight wrist and a pair of designer sunglasses sat up on her forehead. She was dressed like she had money. Probably a rich dad back home. Elya was just about to dip his wiper when the car’s horn blew. His mind had been wondering and the shock nearly gave him a heart attack.
‘Get the fuck out of here’ the girl snapped in a light, pretty voice tinged with such venom that it took him completely by surprise. ‘…and get a job loser’ she added, forcing Elya to hobble out of the way as she revved her engine angrily at him.
‘Oy gevalt!’ Elya gasped, stumbling and dropping his bucket, water splashing over his already dirty pants. He turned back as she scowled at him and set off, leaving burnt patches on the road behind her. The convertible virtually flew, engine roaring up the road towards the city centre. Still surprised the handyman’s eyes followed, shaking his head to himself. Then, as the car approached the intersection it stopped suddenly and paused, before dangerously swerving down the exit. Elya smiled to himself.
‘that’s the Ghetto your heading into there Shiksa’ he whispered. ‘Best watch yourself’.

Trinity was late. It was already three thirty and she had some serious shopping to do before the end of the day. The biggest party of her life was at the weekend and she just HAD to get a new dress. As she sped along in the eighteenth birthday present her Dad had bought her she chatted on her mobile to her College friend Cassie. Both were in their final year as well as cheerleaders for the football team. So far the main topic of conversation had been another party the previous night.
‘….Yeah that’s TOTALLY what I thought’.
‘No way!’
‘That’s sooo cool’.
‘I can’t believe she wore that! She’s such a bitch’. Trinity checked her immaculate makeup in the mirror. Like all her friends, she believed appearance was everything. You either had it or you didn’t. She certainly did.

‘Because I think I’m lost. Turned off the stupid highway like…20 minutes ago’ Trinity sighed as she turned right then left. The roads were like a maze.
‘Trinity, what are you like?’ her friend shrieked down the phone. It was true. She did think of herself as super unpredictable. It was part of what she imagined her friends liked about her.
‘Cindy, that bitch. She was saying there was a cut-through here. FYI, I just have to get a new dress for the weekend’.
‘Well where are you?’
‘I cut through Mellowfield on 2nd’.
‘That’s Ghetto Trinity’. There was a tinge of worry in her friends tone. Even freshman’s were told on day one which parts of town to avoid.
‘Cindy. I’ll kill that bitch!’. The prank was obviously on her as now Trinity thought about it, the area didn’t look like it at all led to a fancy shopping centre. Old, sad men pushed trolleys along the street and menacing, bent-over figures gathered around corners. ‘Losers’ she thought.

For about 20 minutes she drove. Losing what patience she had to begin with. This was bullshit. She’d just have to turn around and go back to the highway. IF she could find it. Of course by then it’d be too late to hit the shops. A red light came up and she pulled to a halt. Angrily she slapped her hand on the steering wheel. It was the first time she’d really looked around. Overhead to the right was an overpass and beneath an area filled with boxes, debris and corrugated tin shacks. Homeless people. Worthless people. Trinity smirked as two teamsters came out from a shop front and began walking together up the street. They were both mid thirties and wore thick, black clothes and tall hats. One was very tall, with pants that scraped the street as he walked . This place was a hole. The light turned green. Finally.

Speeding around the corner another red light. Slamming on the brakes Trinity cursed again. She was never going to get out of here. Better to have just stayed in and spent the afternoon by her Dad’s pool. An old man of maybe sixty limped from under the underpass. A bucket and wiper in his hand. Not another one. She’d already past one loser on the highway and told him were to go. He looked filthy. Disgusting.
‘Clean your windshield Miss?’ he gasped in a friendly tone.
‘How about you get lost’ she replied scornfully without looking at him. The man looked puzzled. ‘Come on fucker!’ she shouted. ‘Get out of the fucking way’.
‘Hey you’ came a deep, gravel voice. Enjoying a smoke by the street-sign was a big, bearded man. Sarah hadn’t seen him until then but he was tall and broad with a thick beard and matted hair. Peyos down both heavily muscled arms. ‘Watch your mouth’ he said, jabbing a finger towards her.
‘Fuck you!’ Trinity laughed as the light turned to green. She put her foot to the floor, shooting him the finger as she burned left around the corner. Turning to look over her shoulder she grinned. That’d told them alright. Losers! She had no chance to see the pile of debris on the road. No time to react. The last thing she remembered was being shunted forwards and the car lifting into the air. Her head thudding into the drivers airbag. Then darkness.

The faint sound of voices around her. Fuzzy shapes. Trinity was suddenly aware she was lying on the road. The tar hot, hard and sticky beneath her from the afternoon sun. For a moment she wondered where she was. Suddenly feeling vulnerable. Someone must have picked her out of the car. Put his hands on her. Likely copped a feel of her perfect tits while he did it. Anger rose.
‘Trinity Mcguire eh’. She was surprised to hear her name then realised her purse was in the car.
‘Mainford. Rich lil girl’
‘What’s that Hartsfraynd?’
‘Christ, there’s 500 bucks in here’.
‘She hurt?’
‘No, just a bump on the head’
‘Damn klafte’
‘Yeah man, fucking hot klafte. Seen the tuchus she has? ha’. Her head was spinning. The lights glared as she blinked and tried to stand.

In front of her stood a bald, well-dressed Jewish man. His skin was very wrinkled and he had a boxers figure.
To his left was a mid 40’s man with long dirty hair and a massive nose and beside him, the big guy who had shouted at her. Bums. At the rear, looking on curiously was, the old man with the bucket. He looked timid as if still hurt from her outburst. Behind him the two whores had crossed the road and were watching quietly. Their gaze seemed the most hostile of all. Finally, her eyes rested on the red sports car. It had mounted the debris and sat completely off the road. All bashed in the front it wasn’t going anywhere. Steam was rising slowly from under the hood. Slowly Trinity got to her feet, her shoes scratching on the road. This was a nightmare.
‘What in the Lord’s name you call that?’ The big man said. He looked angry as hell. ‘Could have killed someone’.
‘Fuck you’ Trinity repeated to him, wandering towards the car. ‘Where’s my phone? Hey give that back!’. The athletic man was down on one knee, searching through her Guchi handbag. His older friend now going through the glove compartment of the car. Her mobile was in his other hand.
‘Hey Shmuel’ he said tossing a small, green bag to the big man.

Shmuel caught and patted the bag in his hand. Opening it up he gave a deep inhale. ‘Weed eh?’ he grinned. ‘You high, shiksa?’. Trinity swallowed dryly. The first backward step she’d taken all day.
‘Give me the bag’
‘You’re high as a kite’. laughed, enjoying how helpless the cocky teenager suddenly appeared. She looked around angrily. This was obviously a little foyl girl who was used to getting what she wanted. Her fists were clenched and her eyes seemed to ready to burn. ‘C’mon honey….say PLEASE give me my weed’.
‘Give me the fucking bag kike’ she hissed. As she said it Sarah felt her knees tremble. She’d crossed the line and she knew it. Silently the man’s grin receded. He looked her over, his eyes glazed and cold. Playtime was over.
‘You’re some piskate’ he said quietly. ‘You’ze a long way from the city now though. Motel call the cops’. Leaning on her car one of the men shrugged and dialled 911 into her mobile.
‘No.. .stop’ Trinity gasped and put out her hand towards him.
‘No way honey’ grinned Yaakov. ‘They gonna have some fun with you. Especially after what we tell em. You tried to run down old Eliyahu’. He nodded towards the old, timid figure almost hiding behind his trolley. She was trembling all over. This was unreal.
‘Please, I just need to call my Dad. He’s a Councillor for the city’.
‘Too late Missy’
‘Please, don’t call the cops’.

Trinity looked around the unforgiving faces. One of the two babushkes smirked as if enjoying her situation. She was suddenly aware that the other two men had wandered back and were keenly eyeing her ass from behind. The big man let a fat smile spread across his face.
‘I got a mitbruder across town’ he said. ‘Fix your car and get you back on the road n a few hours. No need to say any of this to the cops’.
‘Please’ smiled Trinity as sweetly as she could, ‘please call him for me?’. The act had worked for Trinity many times but Yaakov wasn’t about to be fooled. The big man folded his arms and winked at one of his friends.
‘See that’s the thing. In the Ghetto you gotta do somethin for us in return. Ain’t nothing free here’.
‘I’ve got money’
‘Sure you have. But we don’t get many pretty goys down these parts. Money ain’t what I want from you’. One of the men whistled and Trinity felt her skin go cold. This was unreal. What if her Dad found out about the grass. Or her mom.
‘No fucking way’ she sniffed, trying to act tough.
‘Motel call the cops man’ Mojo sighed impatiently. ‘Going to jail libling’. He turned to leave but Trinity put out her hand again. Her heart was pounding.
‘No…ok. I’ll do it. Ok’. The girl looked down at the floor. No-one could know about this. The big man clapped his hands. Nodding in contentment towards the two women.
‘Girl’s, go get this shiksa dressed up to have a tumble’.

Elya felt better after the meal. Chicken soup was his favourite and now he was ready for a beer and a nice tune from Giora or Dave. He pushed his cart slowly up the street, avoiding the potholes. Almost home. Time to settle into his self made home and invite one of the ladies for some fun. Maybe play some cards with ,Yaakov, Meyer and Motel later. As he turned the corner he gasped in surprise. A familiar, red sports-car sat, beaten up on a pile of rubble. He recognised it right away.
‘Looks like that rich girl got her oynesh’ he grinned to himself. Sure enough, the guys were standing about in the road. Yaakov had his cards out and was playing a hand on the hood.
‘Hey Elya. Wassup man’ he said. The two men slapped hands.
‘Good man good. What the fuck?’.
‘You won’t believe it man. Our lucky day. Hottest little piece of siksa pussy I seen in a long time fraynd. damn mezeg on her though’. Elya laughed. He knew it.

Across the street the door to Meyer’s store opened and the two housewives led Trinity out to a chorus of whistles. The teenager was wearing a simple beige, very short dress, exposed up the back with a small pair of leather shoes. It hardly covered her athletic, full ass. Neither was she wearing a bra which made her breasts bob as she stepped shyly out to greet her audience.
‘Yeah baby’ laughed Motel. ‘Now you’re a ghetto handzye’. The girl’s eyes were wide and she looked stunned and the big woman led her up to Yaakov by the arm. A satisfied look on her face. Clearly she felt Trinity held all the chances she’d never had.
‘Damn ga’snfroy, that’s better’ grinned the big man snapping his lips.
‘Fine….real fine’ Elya grinned. It felt good to see this hot bitch all done up. His cock started to harden up against his leg. It didn’t look like she recognised him. Not yet.
‘Prime fo fucking’ Motel added. ‘How about you show us those big tits honey?’. She scowled at him. Keeping her temper under control was not one of her virtues.
‘C’mon now toyb’ Yaakov teased. Sarah sighed gently pushing the straps off her arms. The dress peeled off her chest, freeing her breasts and fell around her waist. There was a collective groan.
‘How much daddy pay for those honey?’ Elya grinned. She didn’t reply, quickly covering herself with the dress again.
‘Afterwards you call your brother. And NO police’. She spoke quietly.
‘After my boys have had a piece sure’ grinned Yaakov in return.
‘Fucking kike. But no-one ever finds out ok?’
‘Ooh that hurts. Sure. Whatever you say’.

reptillian propaganda noted

what i read so far was really good. saved for when i get home. cant read too much of this at work

we can say
Better than Twilight