I can’t stop crying as I run out of the diner. I can’t believe that Ethan turned out to be a dick, I was almost falling for him.

I have nowhere to run; nowhere to stay. My life couldn’t possibly get any worse. I’ve always been careful when I have sex. I always use a condom and I’m on the pill. Why couldn’t I see this coming? The tears are blurring my vision so I don’t know where I’m headed.

I end up sitting on the sidewalk of a rather empty street, with my hands hugging my legs. Cars pass by occasionally, but none stop to see what’s wrong with a the poor girl crying on the street. But nobody has ever given a shit about me, so why am I so surprised?

A nice jaguar car begins to get close to the sidewalk and stop in front of me.

“Hey babe,” a deep voice says as they roll down the window revealing a man in about his 30s, “are you free tonight?”

Can’t the bastard see I’m crying? The right thing to do would be to start turning down sex, but what could fuck me up more?

“Depends on how much you’re paying?”