Little Shop of Whores
I didn’t know what it would turn into when it first started. I didn’t set out to become the town harlot or a homewrecker despite what everyone thinks. It simply started when my job was threatened by the fact that my sales at the women’s fashion store where I worked were not meeting quota. I remember the first time that I experienced the adrenaline rush of being a married woman in her late 40’s who was engaging in sexual relations with the husbands of the women who patronized the store. At...