"How much do you charge?" The man asked.
"What?" Erica was bewildered at the question.
"Look if it's a high price, I'll pay it as long as you don't have the clap or something" Erica then put two and two together. This man thought she was a prostitut...
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Erica woke up extremely early that morning which was quit a surprise considering she thought even speaking before nine in the morning was a crime. After washing herself, styling her long brown hair, applying some light makeup, dressing herself and spraying some perfume, she was ready by seven. Lizzie woke up a few minutes later just as Erica was making some breakfast.
"Your up early." Lizzie chuckled as she entered the room in her work a-tire with an unlit cigarette between her lips.
"Yeah, I felt really fresh this morning." Erica was now plating up the eggs and toast for her and Lizzie.
"You were never a morning person though. I remember this one time, I came in to wake you up to go shopping and you threw a three inch high-heel at my leg." Lizzie hicked up her skirt to show the circled scar.
"I'm sorry." Erica tried to apologize in between fits of laughter.
"You should be, I'm 5,10, could have been a world famous model if you didn't scar me." She put on a posh accent while posing. Erica nodded at that.
"It's well for some isn't it. Being 5,2 is a pain in the tits." Erica moaned while handing Lizzie her food and sat down.
"Ah, but small things come in great packages my friend." Erica rolled her eyes.
"Like your tits then."Lizzie gave her a playful scowl at that as Erica laughed out with a massive snort.
"Oh just because you got the good genes and got great Nana Mary's big watermelons."
"I'd say there more of a grapefruit to be more specific."
"Sorry I fell asleep last night before you came in by the way, hard week at work. I got the cigarettes you left on the night stand just there." Erica shook her head.
"No problem, really. I probably wouldn't have been the best company anyway." She mentally kicked herself for saying that. She wasn't going to tell Lizzie about last nights in fear of aggravating Lizzie for being outraged by the man man calling her a whore considering Lizzie's past.
"Why, what happened?" Lizzie's motherly instincts kicked in at that.
"Well there was this man,he was probably my age. He was really handsome, maybe the best looking man I ever seen. I thought he just wanted to talk but then he...." Lizzie sat there waiting for Erica's reply, hoping nothing happened to her deer cousin.
"He thought I was a—"
"A prostitute, I knew I shouldn't have let you go out there. All the men here are complete and utter dogs. It would be like looking for needle in a hay stack when it comes to finding a decent bloke from this shithole."
