The Whore Diaries

“Aw,” She says. “Poor baby girl, you’ve worked yourself half to death.” “Mmhmm,” I nod sleepily, I have worked every day since I got to Alaska. It’s noon and I have to get up, even though I just got here and fell asleep in the driveway a few hours ago. Healer heard my alarm going… Continue reading The Whore Diaries