Aftermath

Prostitution.

Sounds difficult?

Not as bad as when you do it secretly. 

But what if it doesn't remain a secret? 

Especially when someone who should not know, finds out about it?

Until I Met You

I read the message and it gave me a pause and then my mind went blank for a second. What? What does it mean? An urgent matter? 


“What happened, Grace?” Mrs. Johnson asked me. Startled, I stared at her in daze. She looked at my facial expressions and raised her eyebrow. Putting the water can on the ground, I cleared my throat once. 


“Uhh, Mrs. Johnson. I have to go to my college back. Something came up. I'm really sorry but I have to leave.” I told her. I clapped my hand together, clearing out any dust in my hands but it was of no use. My jeans were muddy, and I was pretty sure that I looked like a toddler who rolled around in mud. 


“Sure. The work has already been done. I thought we could have lunch together but if you have to go then maybe we can do it some other day.” She said. I rubbed my hands on my jeans and nodded my head. 


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