The Waif Part 2
"Chris, I love you.” Don’t say that honey. What am I going to do? I had just finished making love to Cass, a young 17 year old runaway I had picked up last night on Montreal’s infamous ‘Maine’. I met her when she’d propositioned me. I had turned her down. However, when I looked at her, it had torn my heart. She looked so tired, dirty and hungry, and there she was out on the street late at night. The fact that she was not a regular streetwalker was obvious. She had offered her services for just...
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