Sunday was my day off and I’d usually go to church with my Aunt, afterwards reading or watching TV. She did drag me around on various outings to the...park, or an art gallery, or something like that, telling me that I had to get out more. I didn’t know if she knew the story about Evan and me, so I sat down one evening and asked her. To my surprise, she knew the whole story, and had even talked to Evan’s mother. No, he didn’t hate me, but no, he wouldn’t talk to me either. I never did hear about. Maybe because I was no longer in the Emergency Room but in a private room. I felt like crap, but it wasn't because I was in pain. I was just dopey. I tried to move and then I was in pain, lots of pain.I had gotten over the pain in my ribs from Ari's beatings, but the pain was back. I was afraid that it was some kind of fucking karma. A woman with a clipboard came into the room. I had been experimenting and found the only way I didn't hurt was to remain perfectly still. That being the case, I. ." Well, it's your decision. I would think you'd be glad that, to keep your little secret. All you have to do is have an occasional roll in the hay." But that's... that's..." Business," he finished it for her. "You make me some money and I see your secret stays that way."He paused."Well, what's it going to be?"Resignedly, she picked up her purse and started for the parking lot."Remember, Alicia, get the hundred up front, then give him whatever he wants. He told me he likes it up the ass."She. Figuring she just wanted a light, I reached for my matches but instead she asked if the dark-blue car she'd seen my drive off in the parking lot one night was mine.Christine was all toothy-grin, standing inches from me as I sat in my swivel-chair, her thigh brushing my knee from time to time as she swiveled her hips and waited for me to find my voice. I said yes, that was my car. I'd worked a fair amount of overtime early in the year during the Winter, when so many seemed to want to begin their.