'What's a good-looking chick like you doing panhandling on the streets?' he asked. 'You're damned good- looking, in fact.'
Brandy licked dried lips and began her spiel. 'My brother is in jail. The fascist pigs have imprisoned him. They are violating our right to worship in any manner we choose. I… I'm trying to raise enough money to get him out. And we need a lawyer too. A good lawyer, one who won't buckle under when the pressure is put on in court.'
'Yeah, I think I read about this. And you're his sister? Shit, kid, you're wasting your time begging for nickels and dimes. Why don't you get a job?'
'I… I've been purified. I dare not let myself be sullied by the evil in the world again. I must maintain my holiness if I am to continue to please my brother.'
'Holiness?' the man said. He looked left and right along the street. Then he said, 'Look, babe, you're good- looking. The best piece of ass I've seen. How'd you like to earn a quick twenty? Better than squeezing dimes out of little old ladies.'
'How?'
'Don't be dense, kid. You know how. We can do it in the alley. Won't take long. Fastest twenty I'll bet you ever earned.'
Brandy licked her lips again. She knew what the man wanted. And she knew that she would do it. She would do anything to get her brother out of jail. He was the light of her life. She depended on him totally. With him separated by the cold stone walls of the prison, she wouldn't know how to live, what to do, what to say.
'Okay,' she said, lifting her robe to show the man she had nothing on underneath. 'That's more like it!'
Placing his arm around her shoulder, he guided her into the alley where he could fuck her standing up. As his cock drove in and out of her tight little cunt, Brandy thought over and over, 'This is for my loving brother. This is for Brother James!'
