"I am a hooker!" Nadine proclaimed, proudly. "And so are you. So you better get your shit together before Deshan gets here. I don't want you acting like you're some fucking goody-two-shoes, wanting to get out of the life. You know Deshan won't like that."
"No!" Tina yelled, appalled at her friend's use of profanity. "And I don't even know anything about Deshan!" Tina insisted.
Nadine looked at her. "Don't get your panties in a bunch, Tina...just...stop trying to live a fantasy. If you aren't a hooker...tell me how many guys you were with last night...and how much you earned?"
Tina cringed as the answers to those questions entered her brain. It was as if something dirty was seeping into her soul...and taking root.
Meanwhile, Laura had decided to head home and wait for someone. Part of her wanted to go to an apartment, but she headed toward her home...the one she'd called, certain things would be sorted out when she got there somehow...despite part of her feeling as if she was heading in the wrong direction.
