"Have a good time." I am going to work. What do you mean have a good time?" demanded Brandy."Have a great day, be happy, don't worry about me, don't t...ke any wooden nickels... whatever. It was just an expression."She gave me that look like I had two heads, then she turned and left for work. I picked up the phone and dialed my work. I told them I didn't feel well and wouldn't be in.I spent the morning shopping. I finally saw what I wanted at Best Buy and ordered the biggest fucking flat panel TV. Is there any chance we can find a way to get rid of him in the next year or two so you can get that job? I almost wish we had stayed in contact with John so he could see even his friends and he couldn't keep a good man down. I'm so glad you took the first job John and his friends offered you in that restaurant kitchen. I know they did it to embarrass you but it helped you get this job and get back on the road to being somebody once again."Tim and Susan were gently kissing one another again. She answered my add, and came across as desperate for money. Her picture wasn't great. She looked to be about thirty, not the 22 she claimed, and pretty beat up looking. Normally I wouldn't have responded and kept looking for someone more attractive, but she kept going on about how 'open minded' she was and how I could do anything I wanted for $100. I texted a couple of other hookers who had their ads up, but everyone texted back with a long list of restrictions and much higher. She made all the right noises, but she was still alone inside the invisible box she shared with her pain.Hugh was away on his first deployment, but he'd left behind an offer to take her as his concubine. She'd expected that, and she already had her answer ready. She refused. She liked him, he was nice, but she couldn't bring herself to trust him not to reject her. It wasn't Hugh's fault, she couldn't trust any sponsor not to reject her. Trust was dangerous for her, it made her vulnerable.Tina.