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Mom: "Lizzy, here is a letter for you. And you havo to work tonight"

Lizzy: "Thanks for the letter. From who is it? ...Wait, I have to work?? I have a day off. I need to see Eva."

Mom: "I do not know by whom this letter is And you can now go to Eva and later to work..

- "Okay ... Ruuqoo !!!!!!

See you later mom "And now, from my beloved steed !!!!!

About 2 hours later. I'm sitting on the train to my job. Yes, I go to work. That's actally the only thing where I am good at. At least that's what these albinos think. I am black.The white employers doesn't take me serious. Anyway, this is in our area works. I don't go to school. I was there the only one who is dark, and the glances and the drivel of all albinos started to piss me off. Now I work in a bar. Well, this work is privatly, my secret passion. Dancing. I'm not a ballerina, although sometimes I would love to be one. I'll make the desperate (mostly old) men get to see some entertainment. There, too, I'm the only black. But the people who go there, does not care. They do everything possible to get out of the everyday life times. The employees, so the other dancers and the waiters appreciate me here. I rather enjoy this Job. Except from some of the guests and my boss, who's name is Daniel Meyers. He is also the owner of this bar, and played babysitter of me, when I was too young to work. He gave me this job, and I am very grateful for that. But the be able to play the father's role. He is what concerns me in any case, very pushy. Unpleasant, greasy, disgusting, and other expressions which I will not use here, because I do not know if I can pull myself together then. During the train ride I open the letter. Hopefully I have my ticket here .......

--- Yes there is, Puuuhhhhh !!!!!!

Okay, the letter ..

$ 500 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a card

"Dear Lizzy,

here's a little taste, to what follows. Maybe we'll meet again soon. You probably think you, your mom and Jimmy would mean nothing to me. But you know that the idea and the reality are often two different universes völlig. Maybe you give me a second Chance.Ich love you.

In love, ......

What's up?????? Oh great, now it's blurred and unreadable. Well, I can always use money. OH shit, I have to get out here !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Whoa, I had no idea that I am so ast. And there he is again ... My Boss .... Let's go.

After work......

So, now change clothes as quickly as possible, and then directly home ....

"Hello Lizzy" Ohh noooooo, be nice Lizzy, I thought to myself

"Oh, hello Mister Meyers, I did not hear you coming"

"Well, sneaking has always been one of my easiest tasks. I have to say that you've done a very good job today evening."

"Oh thank you"

"No, no, do not thank. I have only one request. A few important businessmen in the coming days are coming for dinner. Could you spare yourself to do a bit of entertainment for us. If you understand what I mean."

Wipe your fucking grin off you pervert "UUUUhm, I'm not sure if .."

"The dinner will start at 5 pm. In two days. If you're there and make sure that we get entertained, you are paid properly. Think about it"

With these words he went out of the room. I know that if I go not away, he will make me. He did it. No one cared for that. Although the evidence is still present. The fucking bruises on my left shoulder blade, and on my right side of the ribs are still not clear and do still hurt ......

Perhaps the mysterious letter owner will get me out of here. No matter, let's go home.


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