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bay, the truth became moreapparent than ever before. It was more like a revelation teaching her that leaving the squalor of her urban village would release her to an alternative future with endless possibilities. She became certain that evening that she would have money someday.
    The song ended. Her eyes were open now, as they crossed over Treasure Island.
    “Is this an island?” she asked, looking at him with amazement.
    Korea had beautiful cat eyes that burned through Keith. He could feel Korea’s spirit rise and blow through him like tiny granules of heat, lost in the wind. He had felt this way many times before, taking young girls who were on the brink of womanhood to the big city, where he used to keep a small stable of those who opted not to go home when the night was through. It used to be easy for him to impress them. He was younger and more energetic and was just as excited as they were about the possibilities of the game. Now he was thirty years old, with only one lady remaining. Korea was the freshness he needed to get his game back on point. But she was sharp. He was going to have to lock her in quick.
    “Yes, it’s an island. It’s called Treasure Island. The bridge runs right through it. San Francisco is on the other side,” he told her, smiling at her like Billy Dee Williams smiled at Diana Ross in
Lady Sings the Blues
.
    Korea laughed at herself for blushing the way that she was. She had made it all these years through high school, while her classmates fell off, one after the other, losing their virginity to losers, getting pregnant, and dropping out of school. Besides getting her pussy fingered a few times, she had managed to save herself. Here she was with this dude, she only knew through his own distorted testament to himself over a few weeks of phone calls, wondering if she should fuck him tonight. Something in his smile made her want to. In it was a smooth confidence she had neverseen before in any boy her age. She loved his smile. It was radiant. It almost seemed practiced.
    Korea let out a sound, something like a moan, as the topless car approached the sparkling skyline of San Francisco, feeling her pussy getting hot and wet.
    “Have you been to the city before?” Keith asked.
    “Which city?” Korea asked.
    “This one,” he said, exiting the freeway at Embarcadero. “San Francisco. That’s what they call San Francisco; the City.”
    “Oh, like Oakland’s not a city. I see,” Korea said sarcastically. Then, looking up at the tallest buildings she had ever seen, she admitted, “Compared to San Francisco, Oakland is just a town. No. I’ve never been to San Francisco before tonight,” she admitted, unembarrassed.
    Keith drove through the crowded streets for a few minutes, and then into a parking garage. When the car stopped, Korea let herself out.
    “Damn, you can’t wait for a brother to open your door?” Keith asked her.
    “Why would I do that? I have two hands,” she replied. Keith and Korea walked through a courtyard and up to the door of a club. “Keith, I can’t get into a nightclub. I don’t have ID.”
    “It’s cool. I got this; just chill out,” he told her.
    “Hey, Mo,” Keith said to the host at the door of The Punch Line comedy club.
    “Aye, blood, what’s up?” a skinny, buck-toothed man asked, while slowly looking Korea up and down. “Hey, Miss Thing,” he addressed her. He reached out to shake Keith’s hand and let him slide a twenty into his. “Don’t sit in the front,” Mo advised. “The comedian performing tonight is a crazy bitch that loves to clown. If you sit too close, she’ll make your little girlfriend cry.”
    Korea’s different
, Keith thought, as he watched her laugh at themost tasteless jokes and eat without self-consciousness. She didn’t talk too much, and when she did, it was about something that actually interested him; cars, sports, her love for dogs.
    “My mom would never let me get a dog,” Korea complained. “She says