I went back inside and asked the girl if she was okay and she said she was “But you have given me a problem.”“How’s that?”“You just chased...away my ride.”“No problem. I can take you were you need to go or if you wouldn’t feel comfortable with that I can put you in a cab.”“I probably don’t have enough money for a cab ride that long.”“Then I’ll pay him.”“You would? Why? Why did you run over here and jump into the middle of things. You don’t even know me.”“You’re a woman and that’s all I needed to. "Thank you for that," she gently said, as we turned and headed out the door and into the hallway. Later that evening, as I went off to bed, I started thinking about the happenings of the day, wondering how all the things that happened were going to affect me in the days ahead. I could hear mom in the kitchen talking on the phone, then I started remembering some of the things that had been happening recently around the house. I thought about Roger, Mom's friend that used to come visit.. "Hey Karen, what's up?" I asked."Hey Alexis, how are you doing? Did you get the work done already?" Shesaid."Yeah, just barely got it done on time." Remembered the doctor that I told you about on Sunday. I called himyesterday, and he just got back from China. He said he is free tonight,do you want to pay him a visit?" Sure, Karen. What time? I need to go home and change first." That's fine, he lives pretty close to us. Why don't you come pick me upwhen you're ready? I will give him a call and. Trained to offer sex on command, considered less than human valued somewhere between donkeys and , against all my natural instincts, revolted and obviously disgusted at the things i was made to do but that simply added to the excitement for the clients and they varied the acts accordingly.Here in the black pimps brothel i had the life of one who had no status, whose life was totally controlled by negroes. Who could be stripped, chained, beaten, fucked entirely at their whim. The pimp would turn.