"She can still be a good use," my father said. Beverly didn't asked questions anymore because another woman came in and called her attention.
The place was so busy, and though how many we are inside the small room, every one doesn't seem wanted to be disturbed. I stand there, awkward, feeling ugly, while everyone looks sexy and fit, and they are all well dressed. These are the same brands I used to wear those days when one of my clients gave me gifts because I did a great job.
I gulped a huge amount of saliva and wiped out the sweat rolling from my temple. The bruises from my open wound of my knees are starting to get sting but I don't mind. I don't want people looking at it. It doesn't seem pretty.