" Your what?" I asked. I wanted to make sure I heard her right. She looked no more than 18 ... maybe 19, but with a mouth like an old sailor. Her long...brown hair was a mess of tangles."My johns, my clients." She looked at me like I just wasn't getting it. "Jesus, you really are an idiot. They were my customers. They were going to pay me a hundred dollars to have sex with all three of them."I looked at her dumbfounded. "You're a prostitute?" Oh very good, you finally worked it out. At this rate. The burning sensation and the fizz from the drink made his hands tingle and his vision flash, and he could already feel the pain dissipate.Sicario took the glass and started to make another. “Don’t be so sure carnal. The gangs of the Warren have been hyperactive lately.”“It does look as bad as ever down there.” Jack concurred, recalling the underage hooker and her bitch mother.The Latino nodded. “The gang wars in the Warrens are getting worse, so the gangs are hiring anybody old enough to carry. She didn’t get it. All the other female employees would get whistles and compliments on their outfits or their figures and the like but Melody got nothing but hello. Miss Addams the receptionist, a skinny brunette in her late twenties would frequently whisper things with several of the men and giggle while blushing. Obviously they were her lovers. Other men would sometimes smack her on the ass when she walked by and she would just chide them pretending not to like it. There was also Mrs. Swan. She was quite small, and slim, with long straight black shiny hair, and the softest, darkest eyes you've ever seen. Her complexion was flawless - coffee-coloured, from her Indian mother. Her eyes were set wide apart, on high cheekbones, above a small straight nose and a generous mouth with dark pink, succulent lips and small pearly-white teeth.Her family had only moved to our town a couple of months previously, and all the boys in my year had been trying to get to know her, but she was very.