Hi, I'm Carl. Okay so this is.....its really weird because. Alright there's been something on my mind for the last couple of weeks. I don't know, Selia, told me to write it down. Its big, its pretty big. So I'm a male prostitute. There was a big silver room. We were all bunched up together on tables, shiny silver tables. they used to put us on drugs and make us have sex with people. There weren't many private rooms and people didn't seem to care anymore.
We lived in the mall at the edge of the city, huge. There was this big pub on the other side of the mall. Sometimes Ты could hear what was going on on the other side from the video store. We were allowed to Переместить around the mall. We had silver bands around our hands so they could track us. We blended in. We could go anywhere.
Okay so, I was...lying down. My run was almost up when this African American kid in indigenous Muslim wear came in. I could see him. The drug was wearing off. He looked blurry. I couldn't make him out. Anyway it was a blur. When it finally wore off Selia told me i had slept with him. I was holding my head, "Oh, no"
They all started laughing at me.
"Is he still there?"
"Yeah" сказал(-а) Peter
"I hope he's okay"
They all suggested that i go take the little kid home. My friends: Peter, who always had a cigar in his mouth, he was a little guy, thin, black hair, dark eyes, stubble.
Selia, before i knew her i used to call her the рыба eyes girl, she had big round eyes like a fish
They were blue and she liked to glare at you. She had a skinny face, blond hair and tied in two and bright red lipstick.
There was Frankie. He was big, very big. Always drinking. He knew how to light up a room. And let me tell Ты that man could crack some really good jokes.he was always in a suit. He always had a coin and a scratch card in his pocket, сказал(-а) he was going to win the lottery someday. Then there was Mandy. brown hair, розовый lips, (typical)
I finally agreed to take the little kid home.I was kind of nervous though. I looked back one last time. I approached him slowly, the wide eyed baby faced boy with his little brown Muslim hat on. I knelt down "Do Ты know what just happened?" I asked
The boy shook his head
"Good"
"It felt good didn't it?" shouted Frankie. They all laughed
I gently pushed the boy with my hands, leading him out the door in the pub that lead out of the mall. "Come back whenever Ты want some more!" сказал(-а) Peter copping his hands over his mouth.
The boy had already slipped away while i was looking back. I ran after him. It was night. I stopped when i saw him again. I walked swiftly, making sure he was within eye contact. We walked down a dark, spiraling dirt road. The dead трава never rustled in the stillness. There wasn't a single дерево или house или building, just a huge plain. Suddenly, we got to the house.