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Hooker 101

She wanted it so bad, she could feel it every waking minute.
She had nothing to offer anyone, but she wanted to be able to.
Hand to mouth, she lived, breathing life-fire into those around her. Everyone she could. It kept her life-fire alive.
Her one hope alive.
And that was going to happen.
God, she could smile.

Until the last moment. She was two days away from it all.
Oh, she had the money in her hands, the exact amount.
She had pulled every string in her hand to mouth existence to make sure of it.
But something else had fallen through. Nobody's fault. It just had.
And the money in her hand suddenly had new responsibility.

She made some phone calls and then she took some.
She tried on some clothes. She did not have what she needed. She just did her best.
At least she owned some really bad make-up.
She filled her bag and then got dressed in her favorite outfit.

She had no idea where to really go. So, she just picked a place and used a public washroom.
Afterall, telephone booths were too public. The thought made her smile. But not really.

It was not long before an offer was made.
She leaned in the passenger side window.
"$160," she said to him.
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