But his hand went to my hip as he pulled me into him, my waist to his. His eyes took on a sultry appearance as he stared into mine in some odd attempt to woo me in a bathroom.
"I'm sure that trip to the emergency room cost you a small fortune... You'll never get out of The Village with debt like that stacked against you." The words flowed from his mouth as though they were a pickup line-like I should swoon at the thought of financial suicide. Sadly, he only knew a fraction of the deck stacked against me. The whole scene was very odd. "All you have to do is play along, and Monday morning, I go pay those bills in full," he whispered onto my neck. His breath was hot and muggy and left a trail of ickiness just below my ear.
He was right. I'd never get out of the ghetto as long as I continu
