Rosita knew better, something was wrong with the car and it wasn’t the lack of gas in the tank, “Pop the hood, bella,” she said in a friendly ordering manner.  As she passed the door, Rosita saw the woman clutching something in her hand.  Rosita let out a soft laugh.

            “Try to turn it over,” she ordered, checking the wires and the battery connection.  Tina did so, and there was nothing, just a horrible clicking sound.  Rosita found the fuel line and unplugged it with a harsh tug.  Seeing that there was no fuel coming to the motor.  “Open the gas tank?”

            Rosita moved to the back of the car, bending down and examining the tank, finding a grainy substance there.  Sand, sugar or salt had been poured into the tank.  “Si, I thought so, someone dumped sugar into your tank, or something grainy, sand perhaps.”

            “What?” yelled the blonde woman, getting out of the car, forgetting about being scared.  “Who would do something like that?”

            Ro shrugged, a strand of silky hair fell into her even dark eyes, “I don’t know.”  She shrugged again, slipping a hand into her cargo pants, letting them ride a bit lower, revealing a pair of white thongs against her dark olive skin.  Flirting with straight women never hurt anyone, thought Rosita.

            “Fuck, fuck and double fuck!”

            “Actually, that would be, triple fuck,” laughed Rosita.  She leaned up against the back of the car, her arms crossed over her chest.  “If you need a ride, I can give you one,” offered Ro.

            “No, I’ll call a cab, I’ll call a truck in the morning,” groaned the blonde.

            “You got many enemies?” the Latina asked, walking around the car as if looking for something.  Her dark eyes darting around the parking lot, just a few of the patrons of the club making out by a car, nothing threatening, or so it seemed.  Her fingers found the slash, a jagged cut, certainly a knife had done the job.

            “No,” shot back the woman.

            “Are you sure, you got a flat here too, even if your car had started, you wasn’t going much of anywhere tonight, chica.”