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Chapter 17

“I was broke and out on the street in San Francisco.” His voice cracked. He was pleading with me to understand. I gave him a hug and kept stroking his hair and chest. I didn’t understand, but I sympathized. “I worked for him for two years. Christmas was pretty bad, getting fucked by someone in a Santa suit, whose laugh was a ho-ho-ho as he’d come. Nothing I ever did with those fuckers felt good. My life really was hell. I hated myself. After two years of eating light and saving my ‘share’ of what Leo gave me from the deals, I thought I had enough money to escape.”

I caught one of his hands and held it. This was so fucked up. I couldn’t imagine what I would’ve done. The idea of him being pimped out made my skin crawl. How had he stood it?