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candidate. What would you like to drink?” he asked.
Donna was listening. It was all making her feel low
and stupid. It was making her feel like a poor person who would
always stay poor because she never had more to give than physical
pleasures to a man with money.
All in the name of grabbing whatever table scraps
were available.
Suddenly, she shot up to her feet. The words of Paul
the bum were bouncing around in her head. The words were actually
causing her some sort of physical pain the more they did.
“I have to go,” she said abruptly. “I do appreciate
the offer and the interview but I have to go. I am also withdrawing
my name for consideration for the job. It’s not what I want to do
with myself. It’s not my dream.”
She walked out the door and into the cool night
wondering just she would get some income going.
…
Donna negotiated her way down the winding roads of
Bradley’s neighborhood toward the Pacific Coast Highway feeling a
great deal more nervous than she did after confronting Chris and
Brea in her bedroom.
The easy move and the one that would have gotten her
back in the work force would have been to sleep with the man and
get it over with. Something wouldn’t let her and she hoped it was
the same something both Paul and Peter talked about.
She flipped on the radio and began letting it scroll
on it’s own to find something to listen to. Not because she didn’t
have favorites pre-programmed but because she was too busy thinking
and trying not to crash into a car or driveway on these winding
neighborhood streets in the dark.
“Her name is Rachel Evans and the website is…” the
woman’s voice said tailing off.
The giggle of a young girl could be heard.
“Well I don’t actually have a website,” the girl said
with a squeaky voice that made Donna think she was no more than
like ten. “I have something more worthwhile. I have lots and lots
of followers and I think they are all seeing the truth. We don’t
have to buy into male fantasy beauty because reality beauty is real
beauty.”
“We gotta run Rachel,” the hostess interjected.
“It’s Beauty Lies channel on YouTube,” she said.
“That’s the only place you can find me.”
The channel slipped off. Apparently the talk radio
station signal weakened as Donna turned right onto the PCH headed
back toward Inglewood and home.
She thought for a moment about Brea and wondered how
she was making money for real. She hoped she taught her well enough
not to do anything illegal or wrong. But she wouldn’t turn away the
money if Brea brought it.
She also thought of how understatedly beautiful Brea
was never wearing cosmetics of any kind.
She would jump on the computer as soon as she got
home and take a closer look at what
Rachel Evans was doing on her video site. It would
all go down better with one of those Coors Lights.
…
“You can’t ever know how it will end up.”
Those were the words of Sergeant Michael Raburn,
United States Marine Corps as he bid farewell to his Vietnamese
Mistress, Lo Dha Ling.
She was only sixteen and clueless about things like
love. The American had professed his devotion for her. He came
often and they did adult things. She loved him she thought. He
bought her nice clothes and he brought her family food.
Then one day he was gone. The North Vietnamese were
rolling down in their direction through the tattered South
Vietnamese army.
He told her he had to go and that he had a wife and
kids back home. He told her that If she could make it to the US,
somehow, they would be together. Her family was poor city folks but
her dad was an adjunct for the government to help round up
Communist sympathizers.
The North Vietnamese and their guerillas had
informers everywhere. Everyone would be trying to get in good with
the new men in power by turning in someone. Lo's dad was a marked
man.
He sent Lo south to
Donna was listening. It was all making her feel low
and stupid. It was making her feel like a poor person who would
always stay poor because she never had more to give than physical
pleasures to a man with money.
All in the name of grabbing whatever table scraps
were available.
Suddenly, she shot up to her feet. The words of Paul
the bum were bouncing around in her head. The words were actually
causing her some sort of physical pain the more they did.
“I have to go,” she said abruptly. “I do appreciate
the offer and the interview but I have to go. I am also withdrawing
my name for consideration for the job. It’s not what I want to do
with myself. It’s not my dream.”
She walked out the door and into the cool night
wondering just she would get some income going.
…
Donna negotiated her way down the winding roads of
Bradley’s neighborhood toward the Pacific Coast Highway feeling a
great deal more nervous than she did after confronting Chris and
Brea in her bedroom.
The easy move and the one that would have gotten her
back in the work force would have been to sleep with the man and
get it over with. Something wouldn’t let her and she hoped it was
the same something both Paul and Peter talked about.
She flipped on the radio and began letting it scroll
on it’s own to find something to listen to. Not because she didn’t
have favorites pre-programmed but because she was too busy thinking
and trying not to crash into a car or driveway on these winding
neighborhood streets in the dark.
“Her name is Rachel Evans and the website is…” the
woman’s voice said tailing off.
The giggle of a young girl could be heard.
“Well I don’t actually have a website,” the girl said
with a squeaky voice that made Donna think she was no more than
like ten. “I have something more worthwhile. I have lots and lots
of followers and I think they are all seeing the truth. We don’t
have to buy into male fantasy beauty because reality beauty is real
beauty.”
“We gotta run Rachel,” the hostess interjected.
“It’s Beauty Lies channel on YouTube,” she said.
“That’s the only place you can find me.”
The channel slipped off. Apparently the talk radio
station signal weakened as Donna turned right onto the PCH headed
back toward Inglewood and home.
She thought for a moment about Brea and wondered how
she was making money for real. She hoped she taught her well enough
not to do anything illegal or wrong. But she wouldn’t turn away the
money if Brea brought it.
She also thought of how understatedly beautiful Brea
was never wearing cosmetics of any kind.
She would jump on the computer as soon as she got
home and take a closer look at what
Rachel Evans was doing on her video site. It would
all go down better with one of those Coors Lights.
…
“You can’t ever know how it will end up.”
Those were the words of Sergeant Michael Raburn,
United States Marine Corps as he bid farewell to his Vietnamese
Mistress, Lo Dha Ling.
She was only sixteen and clueless about things like
love. The American had professed his devotion for her. He came
often and they did adult things. She loved him she thought. He
bought her nice clothes and he brought her family food.
Then one day he was gone. The North Vietnamese were
rolling down in their direction through the tattered South
Vietnamese army.
He told her he had to go and that he had a wife and
kids back home. He told her that If she could make it to the US,
somehow, they would be together. Her family was poor city folks but
her dad was an adjunct for the government to help round up
Communist sympathizers.
The North Vietnamese and their guerillas had
informers everywhere. Everyone would be trying to get in good with
the new men in power by turning in someone. Lo's dad was a marked
man.
He sent Lo south to
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