SPRING

The chimes of her ringing cell phone rankled Spring Lafayette's nerves. She turned her attention from the passing scenery of city life and settled back into the backseat of the taxi. Spring glanced at the cell phone in her hand then up at the rearview mirror. Her eyes met the driver's gaze through the reflective image.

The driver, a young woman with purple hair and considerable patience, smiled.

Spring offered a half smile as she worked on calming her pounding heart which overshadowed the continuous ringing of her phone, but not enough for her to ignore it. She groaned as she tapped the answer button.

"Listen Springy, I've thought about it and you don't have to do this."

(Yes, I do.)

but whatever Summer planned to say was replaced by the sound of muffled coughing. The hacking cough continued for at least thirty seconds before it died

to do this.)

Summer attempted to say, but it

can handle this. How hard can it be?" Spring's thumb hovered over the disconnect button. "I'll call you if I need to." She pressed the button

sister forwarded to her and

bill perfectly and

in long thin box braids, was

she wasn't working-a little mascara, a little liner, and a touch of lip color fit

to ten as she took in, then let out slow even breaths. She attempted to calm her racing mind and dispel any assumptions about her sister's line of work or the guy she

are not paid pieces of flesh. They are intelligent, respectable people who provide companionship for clients who have no time or desire to search for it. Clients are generally not hard up perverts who just want to get the escort naked. Most of the time they are just regular

so involved in her sister's life, but she owed Summer and she meant to pay her back, or start a payment plan of sorts, and taking her place on

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