She offered herself….quiet….meek…needed money for food…maybe a habit or two….I don’t like to second guess…

I do it for a $20…..no betta deal in town, a brown finger was placed on her Rouge lips, $50 for anything else, hands on hips with a motion in the middle

What are ya?

What you talkin?

Twenty-four….tops?

You in or not?

Brown eyes stared me down, No….I’m not…..I’m not….

Not a sound was made. She went her way, I went mine….

I wondered…..does she ever get lonely……