Virgin for Sale

I didn’t need a math genius to figure everything else out. Faye had sold her virginity for her sister.

“Was she flunking in college?”

“No. Her grades were impeccable. She needed to work, and a college scholarship didn’t pay the bills.”

No, I did.

“Do you want me to keep on digging?”

“Yes, find out everything you can about her. I want it brought to me. No more phone calls.”

Hanging up, I stare at my desk.

She’d done what she could for her sister, I just knew it. From the picture I saw of her six months ago at Cherry, I’d known there was a reason for it, I just didn’t know exactly what. Now I do.

All this time, she’s been closer than I thought. Right here. Right under my nose. I need her closer though.

Glancing around the office, I see my employees with their PAs, all of them working hard to make my company the best it can be. This is one of the reasons I go after college graduates as well as dropouts. I’m a college dropout. Never received my degree.

Authority isn’t something I follow.

This is my life.

Every single part of me is within these walls.

place and to become

This one is much like the one back at Cherry. Only there

holds that air of innocence

I couldn’t get Malcolm’s words out

Cherry, even though I know Dean, my best friend, went there every single month to see

to be a way to get

worked in a coffee shop and bakery, and also worked at a local theater collecting tickets. Her degree program had been

employment portfolio were exemplary, the best

I’m the boss.

It’s simple.

her work for

when Faye reports for work, she’ll be coming to see me to start work. She’ll be working closely and I’d finally get to

smug, I finish up the day in the office, and once

what I do. First one

to the underground parking. No one is around, and I take my

the information I now have, I know where she lives. I printed off a copy

last thing I should be doing is typing those digits into my GPS,

parking lot, I pass the security gates and head in the direction my little computer lady tells me. Pulling up across the street, I see Faye. Turning off my headlights, I see she’s walking with a young girl.

though, she

least I know I could get a good handful if I wanted to. She’s chatting animatedly with the other

young girl must

street, I see how sad she looks. Every now and then Faye will say something to put a