My head hurt along with my sides, but I couldn't afford to miss a day. My husband ran off to the bar but not before leaving me a gift to remember him by. Before making it to the brothel I put on make up and chose my outfit strategically to hide the bruises, which included long gloves.

By the time I got to the brothel, you were already there. My most trusted client. For a moment I felt a little excitement. I made my way over, straddling your lap. I bit my inner cheek to hide the wince of pain. Something I hoped you wouldn't notice. "There's my favorite client. What can I do for you today? You just looking to talk, cuddle, or something more intimate?"