The Cadillac turned onto Green Street.

A drunk wobbled out of the bar and peered at Billy with cloudy eyes, as if wondering if the kid was a lamp post upon which he should piss. Billy started shining his shoes without asking. The guy was too drunk to know the difference, but Billy, being proud and professional, gave him a decent shine. The guy gave him a quarter. Not bad.

Then the Cadillac came down Broad Street again.

The woman was still gazing out as she slowly cruised past, and this time Billy realized that she was looking at him. He figured she wanted to ask directions.

The car pulled over to the curb.

Billy started to walk over to it and the woman opened the door and got out, showing a lot of shapely leg as she did so. She was even better-looking than Billy had first noticed. She was tall and slender, with pneumatic hips and big tits that thrust out pertly. She wore a light summer dress that clung to her curves. Her skin was, short and her neckline, cut low and square, showed her cleavage.

Nice, thought Billy.

Billy appreciated women. He was not a virgin. He had fucked Sally McGee up on the tenement roof two or three times. Everyone took Sally McGee somewhere. But Sally was a teenager and this woman was respectable and elegant. Billy looked admiringly at her without imagining anything special.

She walked slowly across the pavement.

Billy knelt behind his box with his head tilted up as he watched her approach.

She was smiling in a very friendly fashion.

"Hello," she said.

Billy nodded uncertainly.

"Will you shine my shoes?"

Billy looked down at her shoes, nodding again. He figured something was funny here.

"Sure," he said.