Sweetback, the pimp watched intently as each bus slipped into its parking place and unloaded the passengers. It was nine in the evening and the old bus depot had an eerieness about it at that time of the day. There were a few people milling around waiting for passengers, obviously relatives or friends by the way they craned their necks checking out each person as they got off the bus, smiling when they made contact. Sweetback wasn't looking for a friend or a relative, however, he was on the lookout for something much more exciting.
There were several others just like him hanging around the terminal, pimps on the lookout for fresh "meat" to add to their stables. What they were looking for was a young girl, one with a fresh face, obviously confused, and totally alone. There were hundreds of girls coming to this town each month, some runaways, some just wanting to give the big city a try. When you're young with no money, alone, hungry, and desperate for companionship, you are then at your most vulnerable. Sweetback knew it, and that's why he was scanning the crowds looking for that fresh young face.
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