“Just one second son,” Brother says, “let me wrap up this prayer.” I quickly begin to pull up his underwear and pants. I fix my hair and sit down in one of the seats, pretending to be doing something. Brother unlocks the door.

“I have a question about—” Ethan’s eyes scan Brother up and down then lock on mine. He must notice something weird because as I get up to thank Brother for the extra help, he excuses himself from Brother’s presence to walk behind me.

“Stacie,” he calls out. I ignore him and continue to walk. He walks a little faster behind me and pulls on my arm.

“What do you want, Ethan, I have to get to class.”

“Stacie, did you just have sex with the teacher?”

“How low do you think I’d go?” I ask. Knowing that there is no lower.

“I can’t honestly believe this,” Ethan says not buying it, “I’d think that if you find out you’re in risk of HIV, you’d stop prostitution.”

“Why do you give a flying fuck?”

“There are people out there who care about you, Stacie, and I’m one of them.”