Jassy
Benji and I stood outside the truck stop together. We'd dragged Karl to the shops with us the day before, out to a Target and Old Navy, so we could find just the right set of clothes for the two of us. New makeup specifically for this. We were both hookers by trade, and when you're a working girl you quickly learn that seventy-five percent of your job is playing a part.
Normally, that part was being a sexy seductress that hung on a man's every word, a pure f**k-kitten that even found his beer paunch and bad breath attractive. In short, you had to play at make believe a lot.
For this part, though, we had to come at it a little bit differently. We had to be teenagers, through and through. Lip gloss instead of heavy lipstick, lighter makeup, less trashy clothes. Even a new cell phone
