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him: — Yes. — Yes, what? — he insists, fucking me harder. His fingers now digging into my hips as he pulls me closer to the edge of the table, changing the angle so he goes deeper. - Yes sir

ne in an arm wrestle, as if he were his best friend. — It's going to be a long night, we already have half the tables full — he warns, which makes me check the main room of the bar and see that he's right. — I'll be back in ten minutes. I rush to Carter's office and lay my baby down in the seat that rocks whenever he moves, and tuck her into her playpen. Unfortunately, I don't have a babysitter to look after him, so I leave him safe with Baby Shark. I swap my sneakers for pink cowboy boots and quickly braid my hair, letting it fall over my left shoulder. I turn on the baby monitor and, with a kiss on my son's forehead, I go to work. When I was forced to leave my old job to get away from Charles Whitmore, I was left destitute and, unfortunately, I became part of the homeless population for a few days. I didn't want to worry my mother, so I delayed asking for help. I thought it would resolve on its own, but that wasn't the case. Mom is a Texan with a big heart who would have found a way to come to Los Angeles just to beat up my old boss, if she had known that the man promised to love me and then threw me in the trash. If she could, she would have given me anything I desired, but my family is very humble. I survive on subsistence on a small farm in the interior of Texas, near Houston, far from where I am. However, when she discovered that I was in need, she pulled some strings, spoke to everyone she had contact with and it was a church member who reminded her of Carter, an old childhood friend of my older brother. After a desperate plea for help, he let me live in the smal