Mike tossed the heavy crate up into the pickup bed of the Humvee with the simple ease that came from years of living on the outskirts one Midwest town or another.  It joined the other four already there.  He was used to carting most of his requirements at least 30 to 40 miles from the nearest town to his isolated, and largely self-sufficient home.  One trip a week tended to be sufficient, although the occasional need for a bit of alcohol-augmented entertainment occasionally affected his schedule.  Today was one of those days.<br/><br/>He pulled the tarp over the back of the pickup bed.  He wasn't concerned about theft, or leaving his supplies unattended.  Most people had little interest in committing theft - they were more interested in reading the bible and raising their families.  Their kids, on the other hand, were known to take things - but after several instances of digging through his truck, they all knew he had nothing of interest to them, so they'd leave things alone.<br/><br/>He pulled the Humvee into an empty space, effectively blocking the small alleyway that led to the next street, between the bowling alley and the bar.  It wasn't big enough for a car anyway, so nobody had ever cared if he blocked it.  He'd just shut off the rumbling diesel engine when he heard the tapping on the passenger side window.  He looked over, and then lowered it.  Two young women peeked in - a strawberry blond and a brunette.  He didn't recognize them at first - they were dressed for a Friday night at the local "meat market".  Likely they thought they looked sexy.  To him, they looked like a little bit whorish.<br/><br/>He had seen them before though, but he couldn't remember if they were still in high school, or recently graduated.  Girls these days always dressed 10 years older than they were anyway - even 12 year-olds often dressed like sluts.  He sighed.<br/><br/>"Yeah?  What do you two want?"