I got to the club and met my friend she looked really good she then leads me to a booth and tells me what we were doing basically we were prostitutes ...and we were our own pimps as she put it id get to pick the guys or girls and keep all my money at first i wanted to walk out and go home but i stayed thought about my girlfriend and our life then told my friend ok she gave me advice guys pay more than girls and then stuffs a pack of condoms in my bra and sends me to the bar. SO im standing there. As she lay there she worried that this was all that was left of her. A balled-up shell of a formerly confident woman who had been exposed to the fact that she was hollow on the inside. She needed him to fill her, but if she held onto him much longer, she knew with certainty it would be her end at the same time. Misery is the harsh aftermath of unsatisfied passions, and on this score she was quiet familiar. Her thoughts stopped racing, they began to focus. She was undone, empty for the last. “Look, I know what you’re getting at. But I feel like this is all blown out of proportion now. Heather doesn’t tell me every time she goes out and hangs out with people, and it’s fine.”“You should at least tell her you’ve been smoking pot. What if she’s not into that?”“When the time is right. I promise,” I said with finality. “Let’s talk about something else. We’re just going around in circles here.”“I’m sorry.”“Don’t be. I appreciate you speaking up, but I think for now, just let me handle. We are going to need a manager here while I am at the site You’ll report to me. Janice will give you packet regarding this offer.”Alexis was taken aback. It was everything she wanted in her career. It was being handed to her…but at what price?“I’ll go get the paperwork, you two discuss details.” Janice said, and closed the door behind her.Alexis had stood up, and was just staring at the wall. Again, dumbfounded. Totally without words.Form my desk, I said, “OK, we both know you have wanted.