“You didn’t know? You supposed to take the money, then have sex with him.”
“Yeah w-well, I, I asked him. After.”
“And so — wait a minute — he said he’d give you half and then you’d have to give him a notarized I.O.U.? Girrrrl…”
“Noooo, he did not say he needed the I.O.U. to be notarized – just the plain I.O.U. Would you leave me alone about this. I messed up. I know this. I guess you should know all about the standards. This was your career at one time, before you became, legitimate.”
“Yes, bitch, true. At least could he fuck?”
I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Too embarrassing.