Chapter 8“Come on, subbie,” I heard as someone shook me awake. “It’s breakfast time.”
I opened my eyes and looked up. It was Montie.
“Need help getting up?” she asked.
I started to roll over and felt pain in my back.
“Oh, gawd,” I complained as I stretched out my arms. I leaned forward. Montie held out her hand to pull me up. Did I need this from this young whippersnapper? I turned my head away from her.
“Too much for you, old lady?” she joked.
“Not yet,” I replied. Maybe on the way home, I’ll slap her
“Good. You’ve still got forty hours.”
“Forty?”
“Yes, Mistress Vivienne wants to use the whole time she’s paying for. At over fifteen bucks a minute, she’s not going to waste her money. She had thought it would only be ten dollars, but she’s pretty happy she can get fifteen bucks wor
