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written to you for so long but it’s exhausting to do and I find I can only do short letters or one long one in several parts. Thank you for your lovely letters and gifts, they mean so much to me and I often have the carers read them aloud, but I’m looking forward to talking to you face to face again.
I’m in the midst of the usual tests and things. I know it’s not going to be long now, the doctors seem to be treating me for the pain and little else, it’s just a case of making me as comfortable as they can, and I’m grateful for everything they do. I look just horrific, so don’t be surprised when you see me for the first time. The bed sores especially are quite painful when the pain killers wear off.
I had so many ideas for this cottage that I wanted to do, but I just can’t these days. The bedroom is lovely, which is understandable seeing as I spend so much time in here, but there’s work to be done elsewhere in the house I’m afraid. I hope you’re able to muck in a bit.
I’ll make this one a short letter as I will see you in a few days anyway. Take care of yourself and please take precautions, you really don’t want to end up like me.
Love you lots.
Georgie.
Amanda found herself in tears by the end of the letter and held it to her breast, her eyes closed as she let her emotion subside. She would indeed see her friend soon, just a few more days and nights to top up the bank account while she waited for her flight and all would be okay.
That afternoon she made a start on packing her clothes away, making some choices on what she would keep out for the next few nights work. For the past few weeks she had been busy slimming down her things, she didn’t have too much to begin with but what she had was too much to take with her to Ireland. Most of it she had given to friends or charity shops of one kind or another, and she had thrown a lot of it out which meant her apartment looked terribly bare. She sometimes wondered what the servers in the shops thought to her bringing all these tiny skirts and tops in for them. She could finally give up working the streets and stop wearing these ridiculous clothes, she couldn’t wait.
By now she had just about the right amount to take with her to Ireland. She had sent some of it ahead already, the things she couldn’t carry with her, and now only her clothes and other day to day bits where left. As the evening approached she changed from her jeans and top into a white lycra boob tube and slightly flared white mini skirt. She pulled on a pair of matching knee socks that would help with the cool night air but also gave her a kinky edge that some of her Johns liked, before finishing it off with a denim jacket. She then pulled on her high stilettos and headed out into the night.
The streets of Manhattan were busy with people going about their business, while the yellow cabs fought along the streets sounding their horns as they went. She would miss New York, it had become her home over these past couple of years and she knew it so well now.
The streets are one thing you learn about pretty fast when you work in the underbelly of a metropolitan area such as New York. She and Georgina had been in the odd scrape or two, having to sprint down the occasional alley way or over the odd fence here and there. They must have looked a sight, pelting along in their high heels, with their skirts hitched up and handbags flying. Georgina and Stuart had shown her all sorts of short cuts, hiding places and other city secrets.
Amanda knew the right people to go to for pretty much anything she wanted, if you were prepared to pay for it. The more you paid, the quicker you got it. If she’d had the money she could have bought a Social Security number, got herself a bank account and eventually been a proper American citizen and got herself off the streets that way.
She always enjoyed New York at night, it had that sleek sexy air of danger and grit that you often saw on celluloid, sold
I’m in the midst of the usual tests and things. I know it’s not going to be long now, the doctors seem to be treating me for the pain and little else, it’s just a case of making me as comfortable as they can, and I’m grateful for everything they do. I look just horrific, so don’t be surprised when you see me for the first time. The bed sores especially are quite painful when the pain killers wear off.
I had so many ideas for this cottage that I wanted to do, but I just can’t these days. The bedroom is lovely, which is understandable seeing as I spend so much time in here, but there’s work to be done elsewhere in the house I’m afraid. I hope you’re able to muck in a bit.
I’ll make this one a short letter as I will see you in a few days anyway. Take care of yourself and please take precautions, you really don’t want to end up like me.
Love you lots.
Georgie.
Amanda found herself in tears by the end of the letter and held it to her breast, her eyes closed as she let her emotion subside. She would indeed see her friend soon, just a few more days and nights to top up the bank account while she waited for her flight and all would be okay.
That afternoon she made a start on packing her clothes away, making some choices on what she would keep out for the next few nights work. For the past few weeks she had been busy slimming down her things, she didn’t have too much to begin with but what she had was too much to take with her to Ireland. Most of it she had given to friends or charity shops of one kind or another, and she had thrown a lot of it out which meant her apartment looked terribly bare. She sometimes wondered what the servers in the shops thought to her bringing all these tiny skirts and tops in for them. She could finally give up working the streets and stop wearing these ridiculous clothes, she couldn’t wait.
By now she had just about the right amount to take with her to Ireland. She had sent some of it ahead already, the things she couldn’t carry with her, and now only her clothes and other day to day bits where left. As the evening approached she changed from her jeans and top into a white lycra boob tube and slightly flared white mini skirt. She pulled on a pair of matching knee socks that would help with the cool night air but also gave her a kinky edge that some of her Johns liked, before finishing it off with a denim jacket. She then pulled on her high stilettos and headed out into the night.
The streets of Manhattan were busy with people going about their business, while the yellow cabs fought along the streets sounding their horns as they went. She would miss New York, it had become her home over these past couple of years and she knew it so well now.
The streets are one thing you learn about pretty fast when you work in the underbelly of a metropolitan area such as New York. She and Georgina had been in the odd scrape or two, having to sprint down the occasional alley way or over the odd fence here and there. They must have looked a sight, pelting along in their high heels, with their skirts hitched up and handbags flying. Georgina and Stuart had shown her all sorts of short cuts, hiding places and other city secrets.
Amanda knew the right people to go to for pretty much anything she wanted, if you were prepared to pay for it. The more you paid, the quicker you got it. If she’d had the money she could have bought a Social Security number, got herself a bank account and eventually been a proper American citizen and got herself off the streets that way.
She always enjoyed New York at night, it had that sleek sexy air of danger and grit that you often saw on celluloid, sold
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