I don't know where I am going anymore. I don't know what will come and be of me in life. It is either I kill—or I get killed. I was only seventeen y...ars old when I first became a prostitute. An underage, you might think right yeah, and I really was immature and babyish then. Being a streetwalker during night is not something I foresaw myself doing and pulling off zealously and laboriously in my forthcoming days; it is something that befall and hit me—suddenly, abruptly, and all out of. "Why don't you two go grab some drinks and we'll catch up later."he told both of us.Kate went straight for the room with the alcohol. I followed her past the dancing crowd.I was following her until some drunk guy grabbed me by the waist and began dancing behind me.His crotch grinded into my ass as he held me by the waist to prevent me from leaving. "Maybe later!" I yelled. I had to speak loudly over the music and chatter. "What's your name?"He asked me. "Emma!" I said. "I'm Carl!" he said. They shook hands. You too, Jaime muttered. I think you too will work out great, Jim said, and with that, he walked away. Jaime looked down the hall to see that Jim was out of view, and grabbed Levon hard and kissed him passionately. Nice to meet you, stud, he whispered seductively. You new around here? Although Levon had returned the kiss, he suddenly felt angry. Watch yourself, Levon said sternly, Im not getting in trouble because of you. Oh, no sir, Jaime replied, a hint of sarcasm laced. ’ Dimitri grinned that dimpled grin, turning his head to see Madi and Naomi walking back towards the house hand in hand. It was amazing to realize how short Madi really was, the tiny Naomi’s head reaching her ribs. Spring had come once more, he couldn’t believe it had been almost a year. Madi’s long hair was pulled into a ponytail at the base of her neck, hanging down past her ribcage. She looked beautiful just then, a wide smile painting her face, blue jeans and a bohemian looking tank top in.