“Joe said he"d pay twenty dollars if it meant you would f**k him.”
I scoffed at Piss-ant on the other end of the phone and stared out my window. It was a dark summer night. If there was a moon, I couldn"t see it.
Joe"s offer was twenty times more than I was worth. My father had started counting every penny he put into me. Every dime. Every dollar. He couldn"t give me a gift or hand me food without telling me how much I took from him. How selfish I was. How much my existence cost him. I had decided that I was worth exactly a dollar and if my father had to choose between the dollar and me, he would choose the dollar. TV was far more valuable. I was low on his list. Twenty dollars was high.
I hung up the phone enraged. Piss-ant had flirted and boasted and flounced his attraction then shove
