Love Story

It was a dark and stormy night and I said to my mate, ‘Tell us a story’. Because I was bored, and freezing, shivering in a low top and a short skirt waiting for some disgusting bloke to stop in his car and take me down the alley or somewhere. Yes, I was on the game for a while. I’m not ashamed to tell it, it’s a good story if told well. It wasn’t all bad either. I had some great times, believe it or not. And some shit ones, some heavy ones. But that night seemed especially grim, so I lit another cig, under the illusion that it would make me warmer somehow, and got ready to listen to Molly’s story. It promised to be a good one.