“Evidently, it’s for her, though.” He pulled his hand back, wiped his finger on the hem of her skirt. You can’t sell a person.”
“That’s right,” John said. xxx “I’m listening.”
“I don’t need a lot to live on. Roger slid his fingers between the titflesh and the piercings and started pulling forward. The light changed and John turned the corner and onto the sidestreet. He showed Roger her tattoos, his fingers running over Roger’s wife’s skin like he was showing Roger a lawnmower or a vending machine. Again!” she screamed, thighs shaking and eyes open wide, now staring at him, demanding. It was her right leg and the tattoo of the Chinese characters for “available whore” showed clearly.
