A boarding house!
The Forsyth Boarding House to be exact.
I still can’t believe she’s living so beneath her! I know she just got out of the pen last year, but that’s no excuse for not using the skills I taught her, Cat mused hotly, highly disappointed in her daughter.
Cat expected Cami to have used her feminine wiles to attach herself to another wealthy man by now. That’s exactly what she would have done in the same situation. That’s actually what Cat tried to do in her current situation after her body had healed.
Yet her last boyfriend had left her so disfigured in the face that she couldn’t even find work in the lowest strip club. And this was after showing the managers her considerable skills and promising to wear a mask during her routines.
‘No go’, is what they all told Cat. ‘Men like to attach a face to their fantasies in strip clubs’.
Now Cat was going to have to find another way to get the funding she needed for her surgeries. Maybe I can find some old geezer to seduce. Preferably one on his deathbed, she mused, ready to go man shopping at the upscale nursing home down the street first thing in the morning. Except she would call it ‘volunteering to help the elderly’.
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Somewhere over the starlit
© 2008 by Suprina Frazier