A WHORE AT THE DIXIE DINER
He eats like he hasn’t had any food in days.
He devours the carbs.
“And then the last trick…”
He is telling me all about his latest Adventures in Sex Work.
I simply listen. It is what I do.
I’m pretty good at building the walls I construct to keep my paranoia confined.
What he does is dangerous. I don’t like it. But I am cognizant of the fact that he needs to talk about this stuff.
His latest adventures don’t seem to have any chapters among the stories that contain any images or references to cops.
I am glad for this.
I keep having to find ways to keep him off the streets. I am not done yet.
There are a few other tricks up my sleeve.