<strong> SJ in the park</strong><br/><br/>Yes she needed a new coat like she needed a hole in the head, Sarah Jane knew everything came with a price, and some of them were less than pleasant. The beatings she had always coped with, the other parts that she had avoided were far worse, she had avoided the way that many girls on the street went. So that advert was ignored just as she had many times before, well similar ones about perfect hair or skin…<br/><br/>SJ would rather eat from as bin than go off with some pervert that fancied a quickie …or worse….yeah…she had seen girls and boys cold and dead in the alley’s or the ones that just they disappeared.<br/><br/>“Leave…” SJ growled to Horlicks ok street etiquette came into play, however the gorl kept her dog close, and kept her distance. “Oi are you awight mate, I ‘as sam scran in me bag….” The girl remained where she was getting ready to run if she had to. Horlicks too she knew would follow.<br/><br/>Something was wrong with this man but she was always too curious,  “I ‘ave a name of a ‘ostal, I’ll chuck it dawn…do what yah like.”<br/>