Men walked up the streets, passing women who lounged on the corners. Streetwalkers.Kindred spirits.Daddy found a place to park and climbed out, rushin... around the car to open the door for me like a gentleman. That made me really smile as he held out his arm to me. I took it, clinging to my Daddy as we strolled down the sidewalk, passing men glancing at me with hungry eyes. Ahead, The Pink Delight drew closer and closer. My stomach twisted and fluttering nerves shot through me. Ever since Daddy. " --- she said in a menacing voice --- "You've seen the tattoos. I belong to someone else."The man stood there, startled. Something about the way the girl said it, even in her state, made him understand she was deadly serious. One thing he was sure of, is that he wouldn't want to meet the people who branded this girl.--- "James Earl Johnson" --- she said calmly his full real name, making him gasp --- "Please, lay the money by the sink."Lilly hated threatening the man. Any man, really. She felt. Then she came and told me she had to run out for the night. I told mom she was making a big mistake. I told her she needed to work things out with dad. Mom seemed to be getting mad. I told her that going out with other men she might get a diease. I told her she should stay home and be with me. If she wanted to even with dad she could just be with me. That did not come out right and she took it even further. I told her it would help us both out. I then took mom's hand and lead her to my. .. but... you know... you know.... If you don't want to, you don't have to. It's gotta be a tough job, I know. And... and...” Oh my god... He was so shy. Such a little boy. Not familiar with girls. Taken aback by love, or better: girls trained to fake orgasms. “Shh... Just c'mere and kiss me for a start.” His explanation came like a confession: “Look Lucille. I know you're asking yourself why such a young man is already so desperate to buy himself some fake love. It's just... I work really hard.