Virgin for Sale

Yeah, there are days I’m a dirty fucker, and I just can’t help it.

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Unpacking the Chinese food I’d picked up on my way over, I love what Faye has done with the place in such a short time. I’ve handled her old apartment landlord and whatever fee he thought he could charge her. The moving men had done a good job, but I’d supervised that as well.

The apartment no longer looks like a cold space but is filled with Faye and Kerry’s things. Several pictures cover the walls, and in the far corner of the living room, I see a stand filled with books. There is still plenty of space as they didn’t have lots to move. I saw the main bedroom that Faye had called dibs on, and even put a note on the other bedroom, telling Kerry it was hers.

“Where’s your sister?” I ask.

Kerry dips into one of the food cartons and takes a dumpling. “Shower. Don’t worry, she’ll be out in a minute. She has this mother hen syndrome. It means she can’t be gone from me all that long. I’m surprised she lets me go to school and doesn’t teach me at home.”

I don’t like this.

“Faye cares about you.”

“I know.”

“Then why don’t you start cutting her some slack? You don’t have a clue what your sister has gone through to help get you here.”

“Fucking the boss, please, I bet it’s not that hard.” Kerry snorts.

this girl, and I shake my

loves you and feels like a complete failure because

I was fucking done. I get it. She’s a kid and has to be

“You don’t know that.”

Faye doesn’t know is I still have the damn sheets as well. Yeah, some seriously

Kerry jerks back.

measures in place to

hell is she doing with you?” Kerry asks,

sister, and just about anything—and I get it, I do. I know the truth—your sister gave up everything for you. A flourishing career in business, her virginity, her time, her life. All to make amends for leaving you with a monster. A monster that was supposed to take care of you. You can

I

looking

Everyone.

Nurses. Teachers. Counselors.

to her. Everyone judges her, and

am done with her sister walking all over

Kerry looks at me, and

“Yes.”

“Does she know?”

“No.”

you