The Waif - Part 2
The making of a slut.
"Chris, I love you." Don't say that, honey. What am I going to do? I had just finished making love to Cass, a young runaway; I had picked up on Montreal's infamous 'Maine' last night. I met her when she'd propositioned me. I had turned her down. However, when I looked at her, it tore my heart. She looked tired, dirty, and hungry and was out on the street late at night. The fact that she was not a regular streetwalker was...