Is there such a thing as routine when you're homeless? Taz thought there was. She woke at dawn with everyone else and scrounged around for food. If the previous night's dumpster raids had been successful, there was breakfast, if not then...well....<br/>She smiled to herself thinking of Belle, in a few days she'd get to be there again. Belle actually was the one person who lived in a real house who didn't treat her like a nuisance, and just thinking of the food made her stomach rumble. Her birthday was in three weeks, a month before the end of her sentence, the judge felt it was easier to just ignore that technicality than mess around with it, which suited her fine. She scratched an itchy armpit and walked off to pee in the weeds.<br/><br/>"Fuck off Crazy Charlie," she yelled at one of the residents, who had gotten up to follow her and get a peek. Crazy Charlie just grinned and sat down again, he was a bit feeble minded and spent a good part of the day rubbing himself off over some old porn magazine he treasured.  Taz knew she was in no danger from him, to her knowledge Crazy Charlie had never molested any of the residents under the bridge, but the idea of the guy wanting to watch her pee and rub himself off to that was gross. She squatted amidst some tall weeds and watched the urine run down the little hill, it was tinged with red.<i>Well shit</i>, she thought,<i>I just had to get my period</i>. Feminine hygiene products were very expensive and for homeless women it was often a choice between eating or not bleeding down their pants. A truly shitty choice to have to make. The bridge they lived under was near an abandoned industrial area which the city had started in a fit of extravagance during the bubble. Now the powers that be threatened periodically to evict them all, but the alternative was all these people heading back into the business district which just wouldn't do. So they were tolerated. Taz took off her dirty bandana, sighed and folding it neatly stuffed it into her panties, after which she buttoned her pants again. She'd go to the charity clinic later and beg the nurses there for some tampons and pads later on in return for running some errands or sweeping etc.  Later on at the station she peed into a cup and handed the officer the red tinged cup, shrugging when the woman bitched at her. "Yeah, yeah, officer, I tell you what, you buy me tampons, and I'll happily give you mellow yellow, right now you're getting chum, I don't have money to eat, forget about shit to shove up my pussy." The reality of street life bites, but she was used to it and went her merry way. She didn't whine, life was what it was and she was free which her drug addict whore mother was not. Nor ever would be.<br/><br/>Pete, a good friend, and fellow free folk resident, as they liked to call each other was nosy about Belle, but she didn't reveal much. She's ok, made me do some stuff, noting hard...no she isn't loaded... no, not a permanent crip, just a cast on a leg and one on her arm... nah, not gonna nick anything.... fuck off... not going to jail for your useless ass. But she saw how Pete looked at her, he knew she was hiding something and that intrigued him most of all.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Taz walked for two hours to get to Belle's house on the other side of town. She wanted to save bus money for the trip back, besides getting busses to these hoity-toity neighborhoods was a pain and she would have had to switch three busses. The weather was warm and the backpack seemed to weigh an extra pound with each mile, but she didn't mind. The closer she got to Belle's neighborhood the bigger the space between the houses, the lots were huge.  Belle's house was set back in a lovely wooded area at the back of a cul-de-sac, surrounded by stately trees and landscaping. Her pace quickened, and she rang the doorbell with a grin on her face, if nothing else, she'd score an orange juice and peanuts again.<br/><br/>"YARR, Tiz-Taz. Welc'm aboard, me hearty. Yarrr! Oi be Long Belle Silver! Yar! Peices of eight! YAR! That be Cap'n Plastic. Come aboard, me hearty...!"<br/><br/>Belle's voice began to crack with mirth and Taz realized her own expression must have been priceless. This was certainly not something she had ever imagined.