Sadie Whyte: The Lust of my Life

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held her tongue, waiting.
    “Why, Allison?  Why?” he asked, startling her.
    There was no simple answer for such a question.  Her lower lip began to quiver.  Her entire face started to twitch.  Her eyes turned to pools of clear liquid.  And as if she’d been stabbed in the heart, the tears burst forth.
    “I’m so sorry Lyle.  I’m so sor… ...ry,” she wailed, bringing the large napkin to her face while tears streamed.
    Several people glanced in her direction.  Lyle, caught off guard by this reaction, didn’t seem to know what to do.  He turned his head to the left, then to the right; his expression now turning helpless.
    “Please don’t hate me, Lyle.  I’m so sorry.  I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, afraid to look up just yet to see if this charade was working.
    Lyle ran over to her chair and began consoling her.  The two of them conversed for quite some time until she’d convinced him that she was a dope fiend.  He reluctantly accepted her explanation and the fact that she was now in debt over $400,000.
    “That’s why I work for this escort service.  These clothes, this jewelry, none of this shit is mine.  I’m a junky Lyle.  And I can’t stop.  I don’t know how to stop.  I almost work for free.  I wish I could make it up to you.”
    Surely a drug addict, a heroin addict at that, couldn’t be held responsible for her actions , Sadie thought with an inner smirk.
    “Anything I can do to help Allison.  God, you’re beautiful,” Lyle said, touching her face.
     

***
    “They call em snuff and DR, short for date rape.  Not exactly the most glamorous movies you wanna see, but you don’t have to watch em.  It’s uh, live, ya know.  Live rape and kill shit.  But enough about that part.  These babies easily sell in the triple digit thousands in months. Think about it.  These babies go for $200 a shot. Off-load em at $100 a shot and 1,000 gets you $100,000 easy.  It’s like sellin caskets.  It ain’t like you’re killin the people you’re sellin em to or the people in em.  Don’t even look at the movies.  But, I’m tellin you, this shit is hotter than a deep fryer at Denny’s.
    And hey, I ain’t the kina guy who would try to sell anything to anybody.  But you’re official out here.  I know that.  You get caught with just ONE of these babies and you’re dead.  Life in prison.
    But on a positive note, if you push 100,000 of these movies at half price, which is quick and easy to do, you’ll be sittin on $10 million.  And if you push 100,000 of em at full price, you’ll be sittin on $20 million.  The most disgusting shit sells the best.  Whatta you say?  You got to pay to play baby,” the Cricket said.  “Give it some thought and talk to me.  I’ll even throw in some existing clientele.”
    Sadie’s greedy mind was racing.                                                                
    ***
    “I’m interested,” Sadie said.
    “You know you’re risking your LIFE?” Cricket asked.
    “No risk, no reward,” she responded without so much as batting a lash.

Chapter 12
    Touching
    February    2014
    “… ‘And I told her to smile a little bit more often.  She really had a beautiful smile, but she always kept this stone, I’m-so-mean, look on her face.  It was almost scary.  “Booooooooo.’  She might have well said it.  ‘I’m going to eat you.’
    “Do you know she got upset because I asked her to smile more.  She demoted me.  And she started looking at me even meaner,” Maurice “Moe” Garrett said, with lots of facial action and hand gestures.
    Sadie slapped the table softly, laughing at “Moe’s” antics. “You are so silly,” she said, beaming.  “She sounds like she was a miserable person.”
    “I LOVE to see people happy and smiling.  I mentioned these beautiful little kids for a few months.  And I’d brought them with me to work.  My coworkers loved

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