Sunny

There was this girl, Sunny in my room. She was a prostitute, but she got all damn nervous and made me feel more depressed than sexy when she pulled off her dress so sudden. It didn't make me feel sexy at all.

"Ya got a hanger? I don't want to get my dress all wrinkly. It's brand-clean." She said.

"Sure," I said right away.

It was funny. It made me feel sort of sad when I hung it up. I thought of her going into a store and buying it, and nobody in the store knowing she was a prostitute and all.

I wanted to ask how she became a prostitute. She was young as hell, around my age. But she was so damn peculiar I couldn't get around to it. She made me nervous when she was jiggling her leg up and down on that seat. I still tried to talk to her though. I even offered her money and said I didn't want to do anything else. But I couldn't really say anything much, she wasn't too interested in having a conversation.