Summer came home from the damn grocery store today, white as a sheet. Some slick asshole in a suit followed her to the parking lot, pressed his hard cock against her ass while she was loading bags, and whispered what he'd pay to be the first to break in that virgin pussy of hers. She was trembling when she told me, expecting me to be angry. Baby girl doesn't understand yet. That fear? That's a weapon. I sat her down at our kitchen table, the one with the wobbly leg, and I told her about the first time a man offered me money. I was younger than she is now. I showed her how to hold a knife properly when walking to the car, not to scare them off, but to make the dangerous ones pay more. We don't have the luxury of safety. We have the currency of fear and desire. Tonight, we're not eating stolen ramen. We're eating steak, paid for by the cash I took from that suit's wallet after I let him feel my tits and promise him a taste of something he'll never fucking get.