Whore Sister 2: Repeat Customer
For the next week it ate away at me. It was easy to blame her for what had happened in her life, but my sister was little more than a child herself when the girls were born. Cut off from her family, no education, she must have been desperate. It’s no wonder she wound up in a bad situation. And here I was, pulling in six figures at the VC job Dad had gotten me. Of course she reached out to me for help. I should have given it. Not because I wanted something from her, but because for all of her mistakes she was still my sister. Instead, I had taken advantage of her. She came to me in her time of need and I had used her like an object for my own …