Tijuana Taco

I knew she was trouble, as soon as I saw her scrawny ass walk up the walk. She had a scowl on her skankie face.

She had auburn hair that was in a pony tail half way down her back. Her legs were like the small branches that littered our apartment complex. Carmela, one of the guys, helping her move in told me. She just grunted at me when he introduced us. Her ear was glued to her fucking cell phone.

Her 32A's tits just barely made a dent in her white wife beater t-shirt. "No culo!" Is what they say in Spanish when someone has no ass. These words fit her well.

The fun really started when she finally moved in and her 14 year old daughter moved in too.

Sometimes at night you could hear dishes being thrown from the kitchen into the living room. The venetian blinds that the super had just installed were broken within the first month.

Doors slamming all the time. A revolving door of men.

One week it would be Rob the 40 something construction worker. Next week it would be Frank the Balding CPA. Then it was the older man who picked up the daughter and dropped off boxes of I don't know what. Nor did I want to know. But I do know he pee'd against the other apartment building one night.

I saw him get out of his PT Cruiser and head to the spot where the bushes hide him from the building.

Sometimes it was Mike the Met fan who came in his white truck and wait for her to let him in.

During the Christmas Holiday it was Dave the Biker dude. Long black greasy hair hanging down his back. His hair receding as well. Dress in his black leather and riding a Harley.

The thing that made me really curious is none of them would stay more than half an hour.

One day I went out the get the mail and I could hear someone over there in the throes of passion.

"Ah Fuck Carmela, yeah baby."

She babbled something I didn't understand. She spoke English with a lisp. Half the time I couldn't understand what she was saying.

I silently laughed and went back inside, reading my mail.

Then one day, I heard her leave, slamming her door as hard as she could. It was a school day so I knew her daughter wasn't home either. I went to check the mail, and her front door was wide open.

I looked inside the living room was a mess.

There was a litter box where her small dog went.

There were thongs and bra's thrown all over the place.

I glanced at her glass coffee table and notice some printouts. There she was naked, her ribs showing like Kate moss in an old photo.

She was laying on the floor, one guy underneath and one on top. She was getting gangbanged.

I knew who was doing it as I saw their faces or at least part of them

Pee boy was on the bottom and CPA man was on top.

There was another photo of her with her legs wide open. Her gray pussy looked like a nasty taco. It had a stream of someone's load flowing out of it.

It was just too much for me, so I left. I close the front door behind me. I wiped my fingerprints off the door knob on both sides.

The revolving door of male partners kept going on. Like I said, each guy had a week of her.

They would bring her bags or boxes of stuff. Stay for a little bit and leave. Since she was basically a stay at home mom, I wondered how she paid for the rent.

Well I was about to find out.

One day my doorbell kept ringing and ringing. I finally got sick of it. Someone was always ringing my bell and it was meant for her sorry as.

When I went to the hallway door, I found a case worker from the Department of Child Services.

The case worker was pissed because Carmela knew the case worker was coming. But she had left earlier. Come to find out 14 year old daughter was left home alone.

A couple of months after this, the police were there, she was arrested for prostitution, a drug factory and intent to sell.

Her visitors were also her partners in the drug dealing in the area.

This is why every so many days Carmela would wheel out her travel bag on wheels to her car and take off for 3 or 4 hours.

She would go to the area motels, fuck a john or do a drug deal.

The cops interviewed me and I told them I didn't know much except for the comings and goings of her "Friends."

I also informed them that I basically kept to myself.

"I wasn't sorry to see her go let me tell you." I told the cops.

They asked me a couple of other questions and then left.

The super is over there right now, fixing the place up again. In 6 months she turned a decent place to live into a shit hole.

Like I said to the cops, "I am not sorry to see her go."