It's a cold Sunday night in late November, rainy with a bitter chill. Normal Texas weather. There hasn't been much action tonight, but Terae stands on the same corner she has worked for years. She doesn't give up on the few faithful followers who love this weather. The lights of another car cross the railroad tracks two blocks down, and she knows she's about to be rescued-at least for another half-hour. As the car slows at her corner, she steps to the curb and bends down, half wet under her umbrella, to peer into the car window that is slightly down. As she has so many times before, she says, "Hey, Joe, you ready for a good time?"
