My Name Is Not Janice

the casino girls didn't work, they only dedicated themselves to their jobs from Friday to

y day was the same for her, always the same routine, because the only rule they had to comply with inside the casino

as wearing black pajamas, with a white top, she wen

, and one of his favorites since her arrival, she had the privilege of staying in the room Presidential motel, the rest of her companion

were grateful for was having a secure home, even if it was a motel, a home that even gave them the three meals a day that they needed to continue working hard, since that was the

apped because she never hinted that she wanted to leave her parents' house if she had a good life with them, she didn't have a boyfriend enough to have wanted to go live with him hiding from her parents, no, she wasn't

someone desperately knocking on her bedroom door, Janice knew that when they

Janice

at was hanging on a coat rack on the wall next to it, and goes to the door

id you wake up?” the gringo

good for?” Janice asks him, serio

n a bad temper, I need you to get ready,

th

o me, I'll see you in ha

catching too much, he looked like an 80-year-old man who could no longer deal with the

oor of her room, it disgusted her to think that maybe he wanted to have a moment of passion offered by her , as she had sometimes

me, that it's not that," she says to

pping at the end of the month for having behaved very well, and for having been very good at her job, that had As her prize, the gringo gave h

ple black jean, and a loose white strappy blouse

it all spread out on top of the bed that she hadn't y

hich was near the bed, it was a shower with a glass door, which was separated fr

kes more than half an hour to get ready and go to her employer's office, she might be punished. And that was something