I gave her a towel and sent her into the shower. She entered my bedroom; I pulled the towel off. Her body was better than I’d expected: thin waist, thick bones built for the steppes. Her ass was meaty in a good way, her breasts were large, the nipples awkward. In a year, she’d be unfuckable.

“Where’s the husband?” I asked.

“He left, the bastard.”

“You don’t know where to?”

“No. Just left. Doesn’t care about feeding the baby, about giving her clothes, medicine. Just left, with no conscience.”

Welp, I thought, at least he can sleep well knowing he’s just produced another whore. I know I will.

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BLAWYOAWYOAYWBAHAHAHAHAHA! Ames is very very funny sometimes. Like a tragic, true Onion. About whores.