Over the course of the next week, i serviced 8 clients at 500 bucks a pop. This was the first time i realized how much money those fucking vultures were making off of me. Now these weren't easy clients. At best i had to pretend to be a small child. And, at worse, i would be servicing some rather nasty and painful fetishes.But, still... 500 fucking dollars? And, i got a couple of lousy xanex or a 7 dollar hit of acid? i was pissed off. i could not believe i was making this kind of money for them. And, my scheming little brain figured that i could supplement Benny's drug income with much much less working than i had ever dared to hope.It looked like things might be okay. The only thing that bothered me, was knowing it would be at least a couple of years before it would be safe to contact my family. And, i would miss Vanessa, Iris, Jenny, Marcie and her son, Franklin a great deal. But, for my baby's sake, i would do it.
