"I was just wondering where your pens were?" She asks, her empty basket at her waist."Aisle nine," I smile down at her. She looks around, as if lost. ...And I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "Just this way," I say as drop down from the ladder and lead her to the pens aisle. All the while, I can feel my back heat up under her stare. I'm all too conscious of the fact I've been lifting boxes all day, and my arms are pumped. "Here we are." "You didn't have to take me," she smiles apologetically.. "That sounded like Rodney, a small time pimp who preyed only on the young and the seemingly helpless."He won't bother you again tonight." I promised. "And I'll spread the word that he's bugging you and someone will warn him off." Who are you? Some sort of pimp godfather?" she asked trying for a smile, but the nervousness was once again in her eyes.I laughed. "No, I am just a guy that has a few friends who owe him some favors." So what do you do for a living then?" she asked."I work as an. When he and I were finished he pulled me up and whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.”I kissed his neck and cheek and whispered back, “I wished I’d done it more often back before.”At first he stiffened a little, but then he sighed and hugged me closer. That’s how we went to sleep.Well I’ve got sign off for now, but you see what I’m doing. I want Chase to see that he’s at the center now, not me. I’m becoming a better person.Entry Five: It’s been three days.Well diary it’s 2:30 in the. “You ever thought of being a whore?” he asked.“No, of course not!” she snapped.“All the cock you can handle and get paid for it?” he suggested.“No!” she insisted.“Join a pervert club and do it for free then,” he suggested.“What?” she exclaimed.“Join a private club and get all the sex you can handle,” he explained.“You have to be kidding,” she protested.“No, obviously it’s not for everyone, but it suits some girls,” he assured her, “There are several clubs right here in town and they are always.