Crystal looked up abruptly as she heard a loud gun shot and saw a man in uniform yelling at her.  She was in a little bit of a daze about what had just happened.<br/><br/>"Officer I wasn't soliciting!! You can't take me to jail!"  Her wretched voice cried out in a plea that she had echoed a hundred times.  Jail wasn't a foreign home for Crystal; at least she got a shower, a warm bed and some food.  Plus it was usually just a day or two.  The cops had bigger fish to fry than a few prostitutes trying to earn a living.<br/><br/>She started scratching feverishly at her arms seemingly unaware of her surroundings and the chaos.  One of her scrawny hands slowly moved up to her chest to feel the comfort of her crack pipe.<em>Ahhh...it was still there</em>She felt her heart pounding in her chest waiting to see if her hands would soon be behind her back.<br/><br/>"C'mon man I wasn't doing anything, I'm waiting for a friend" Crystal attempted to sound more sincere gumming the words out of her mouth.