Epilogue 17

She noticed the care slowing down, just as she had noticed it circling many times, cruising. The car stopped and she watched the window slowly wind down. She tottered over towards it, balanced on perilous heels, and leaned forward, deliberately revealing her deep, inviting cleavage.

"So what'll it be, lover?"

The phrase still felt uncomfortable on her lips, as did the whole experience, but she was learning quickly.

It was either that or starve.