Hunt's Point and it's Hookers:
That first day stuck in Jack's mind. The Bronx 6 district included both the place where the trucks dumped their loads into barges and guys dumped their loads in the back seats of cars into hooker's mouths at Hunt's Point. This was Jack's first look at the " Hooker's of Hunt's Point". Hunt's Point was an area in the East Bronx's seedier section. Many dead-end streets, many lots where cars were stripped, some legally by the many junk car and salvage dealers, which flourish throughout the desolated area. Also home to a large terminal that housed large wholesalers of food and fresh vegetables. During daylight hours mostly legitimate businesses did their thing. Lots of sanitation trucks heading to release their loads. At night though, quite different atmosphere. The truckers bringing their fresh fruit and vegetable cargoes from far away farms were probably used to getting their wienies wet. Most truck stops and rest stops along the highways and interstates were always frequented by whores. The whores at the Point had a built-in clientele.
That first time riding with the regular section supervisor with the "training" Jack in the passenger seat, Jack sensed that this part of town was going to be different. Certainly he'd been here on numerous occasions while coming to dump the truck but this was daytime and they were out already. Many if not most of the babes chose to go sans clothing so as not to be confused with the many transvestites. With many sporting pairs of 38's or 44's confusion was made difficult. Still caution was the word. To be really sure and to get chosen easier, some even went bottomless. End of confusion, period.
In two instances Jack was woven into the fabric of this tough living part of the town. To get the new officer acclimated to all tours and shifts, the officer works both days and nights. Once, on days while riding by himself, he stopped along the side of one of the pictured streets. It was about 20 degrees and the little Plymouth's heater was going full blast. In his peripheral he thought he had been flashed. His mind told him impossible, no one is out in this weather with their boobs hanging out. After a short while he was flashed again.
This time there was no doubt in his mind. In a doorway 100 feet away a young woman stood and again flashed Jack. She came toward the car in low top sneakers, and no socks despite the slushy snow that lay on the ground. Her name was Maritza. Shivering and red from the cold blustery wind, she entered the car and sat directly on the floor. Jack's compassion had thawed but his passion remained frozen despite the large pendulous bosoms, also beet red from over-exposure. Her tears fell on deaf ears as Jack told her that as soon as she was warm she had to go. Even the now-warmed hands probing inside his fly couldn't crack Jack.The money for the crack she so desperately needed would have to come from another John.
In the second case the morning sun was already greeting the birds unlucky enough to have nests in this ghetto. As she staggered toward the city-owned vehicle Jack could not believe the beauty this girl must have once been. But now even with the traces of lovliness still showing through, her master, the crack pipe refused to turn her loose. With what was tantamount to giving one last shot at making some money before turning in for the day, she approached the unflappable new officer. There had gone by the day when he would have at least asked her for a closer look. At least. Really though, it wasn't needed. All she had was showing and waving in the morning breeze.
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Life In The Garment Center * Jack's Black Queen * Those Were The Days
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