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She sat up slowly, pulling her knees to her chest and watching him roll over. He hacked once, twice and a third time as he pulled his khaki slacks over his ass.
A chill passed through her body and she hugged herself tighter.
“You’re not like the other girls.” He said, reaching into a back pocket of his slacks. He retrieved his wallet, opened it and pulled out two bills. ” I like that.”
Two hundred dollars. He placed two crisp one hundred dollar bills on the bumpy pillow beside her. She hesitated to grab the cash.
“Go on take it.” He said, “You deserve it.” She pulled the bills close to her then looked away from him.
He hacked a few more times while slipping into his wrinkled white button up and wing tipped shoes then he started to tie on his black, silk tie. His eyes scanned her body. “You’re a real beauty.” He grinned. “A pure girl. I bet you never did anything…”
“Please stop.” She whispered.
“What?”
“I said stop. Get out.” She said.
“Excuse me?” The shame subsided and anger replaced it. She lowered her legs and climbed from the bed.
“I said get out!” The man’s eyes darkened and he stepped toward her.
“Look here, bitch.” She pulled a .45 from beneath her pillow and aimed the barrel at his head.
“You look, bitch.” She hissed. “Get your shit and get out.” He raised his hands while backing away from her.
“T-Take it easy, alright.” She kept the gun aimed at him. “I’m going. Alright.”
“Leave the rest of the cash too.” He reached into his pocket again for his wallet.
“Keep it all.” He stammered.
“Now get the hell out.” She ordered. He snatched his blazer and rushed out of the door. She dropped the gun but kept her eyes on the door. Her heart was racing and she felt the lump in her throat swell.
In the still silence of the room, the little girl fell apart.
