My mom always use to say most things stolen is often returned. ...why haven't I been returned yet?

"Where's the man I used to love Noah? Where the fuck is he?!" "He's gone!" "No. No. No. Noah he's not gone, he's there, he's screaming for a way out of that drug consuming body and you KNOW that Noah." "Well fuck him then!" "No, fuck you!" I banged the door on my way out, tears streamed down and straight away I wiped them off of my face. Why should I cry for him? Why should I cry for his drug, thug, kingpin ass? Fuck the good sex, the gifts, the smiles, the loving Noah that I used to- I stopped in my thoughts. Used to? Noah has began taking drugs after his friend Dante has helped him into becoming a kingpin to make money for his moms treatment for her cancer. He used to be the love of Esther's life and now he's a threat to her life. She needs money. A lot of money. Only then can she get him in the best rehab possible and get back the man she loves. But how will she get the money... Beautiful bodied Esther only has ONE solution. To become a stripper...