reveling in the abandonment to debauchery. Her injections were her totally selfish raping of the land. Wendy would partake of all sacrifices and milk it down.
The barter trade is the oldest form of trade and its alive and flourishing. Women and men barter gratification as a form of currency. What is a woman to do if she has no money, no job, unable to work because she has to care for a child, unable to get money by other means, or for some reason, takes the high road of morality to argue she has to resort to prostitution?
Wendy has a daughter Lynette and she thinks her job doesn’t pay her enough for daycare while she hocks her wares. So she takes the high road and sells both the old and young to kill two birds with one stone. She sells her daughter as a play mate to any daughter or son of the buyer. She justifies it as legitimate exchange of services to satisfy both parties. Herself, she sells her personal services to gratify the patron and justify the gifting of cash and other desirable material things.
Little does Lynette realize she is being abused as a merchandise with a price tag. What was worst was Lynette being brain washed by her mother to actively solicit favors for herself.
Wendy may take the high road to morality but on the contrary, she does the low down when she claims her daughter does not resemble her husband. Wendy claims her husband, allegedly may not be the biological father of the girl. The girl and the man are as unlike as peas not from the same pod. If the apple falls far from the tree, then the apple does not from THIS tree. This is how she explains why her husband seemingly does not want to care for the child.
Women in the heartland of residential communities do not lack the looks to sell their bodies. They are not lacking in guts and gumption to go ahead with their schemes to live off the cash of fools. The buyer’s family may be needing the cash more than the hooker but the fault lies in the male or female buyer. Woe betide the buyer who falls down to temptation.
Wendy never failed to pass up the opportunity to chat up, or rather hit up, any unsuspecting individual, to tell her woeful tale.
Once, she met me at the bookstore, buying supplies. She stalked me while the saleslady was gathering the books I needed.
I knew what she wanted. She would often tag along whenever someone was shopping, and slowly sweet talk them into paying for her expenses. I was living on a tight budget and had to ration my money, food, and other necessities. Wendy splurged on manicures, pedicures, skin care, makeup, clothing and accessories. I didn’t envy Wendy.