Monday, September 6, 2010

A free ride

I miss the gym.  The night is cooler now.  So the car won't go so easy.  It gets warmer.  I get to the gym.  Mark is there.  He comes over.  He sais where have I been?  Why does he notice?  I tell him my car is broken.  He said what's wrong.  I say the battery.  He can see I have no money.  He tells me a junk yard might.  I say I don't know where.  He sais he can get me the address.  And the phone.  I don't say I have no phone.  He sais we live close.  How about a ride?  It's free.  I say no thanks.  I only get in cars for money.  But I think about it.  Why not.  I know this.  He will give me a ride here.  Then I can sweet talk.  Get a ride to the store.  He will do it.  He is the dog to a bone lol.  This man can be so easily fooled by me.  He is older.  I am pretty.  It's a great combo for me.  I tell him actually yes, I would like it.  He sais sure.  He asks do I want off just near my house or at it?  He knows I'm a woman.  I am puzzled.  I tell him my house.  He drives on this street.  He said wow tough area.  Tells me aren't I scared at night.  I say no way.  I am tough.  He stops.  I notice he waits. I get inside and he leaves.  I laugh.  Nice guy.  Then I go upstairs.  I will shower.  I get dressed.  I go stand on the street.  Not for long.  Just one car date.  It's a red.  It's groceries.  With this I can eat Safeway.  No more dollar store.  I do one a night.  Then I leave.  I say nothing.  I don't do FS.  If they want I don't get in the car.   FS is dangerous.  You can get caught.  Then I am in trouble.  I would embarrass Papa.  I imagine.  My Mom finds out.  I am arrested.  A SW.  She tells everyone.  I was right.  Larissa is a loser.  The money isn't much.  But it's better than Dollar Store food.  I feel bad. Inside I let Papa down.  I let down one man I never wish too.

Mark comes.  Each day he gets me.  He drives me home.  His car has a big radio.  It's loud.  He tells me turn it up lol.  Now i love a song.  It's Tik Tok.  It's new.  Now you know the date. It's autumn 2009.  I have been a whore over 10 years. 

You want to be a whore?  Maybe go to college?  This idea is not so bad. 2 years, some dates, easy money.  No biggie.  Or you can work just a day a week.  3 browns.  It's 12 browns a month.  You do it.  You have a bad job.  These  businesses.  They pay you just 30 a year.  How can you live?  Not to eat good food.  So maybe you work part time.  This is good too.  10 years?  Some girls can.  They love sex.  A new fuck.  Or they have a husband.  He's good with it.  Yes, some whores marry!.  For you it seems strange.  But this is rare.  If you are a whore 10 years guess what.  You are tired of it.  Also you dislike men.  I was this way.  I dislike men.  I want the power.  I wish control.  For me it's a game.  This is most whores for 10 years.  Why don't they leave?  What can they do?  If they get a job, it's bad pay.  So they will suffer.  Now you say so what. Suck it up princess?  Well how about you?  You hate your job.  You dream of being a painter.  You don't.  Why?  It's not enough money.  So you are critical of the whore. But not of you.  It's all the same buddy.  All are slaves really.  But as a whore you have control.  And the money is good.  Some parts are pretty good.  Some are bad. 

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