Mommy’s Little Whore
A twist on the eponymous fantasy, of a mother turning her daughter into a prostitot. I finally gave up, and called, “Mom?” “Oh my god, are you all right?” “I’m fine, mom, but I need you to pick me up.” “Where?” So, I took a deep breath, and told her, “The Joyce, Hotel.” I waited, and she didn’t hang up for a while. I could hear her breathing through her nose, the way she does when she’s upset, but she didn’t say anything. Then, she hung up, and I sat down. Underneath the pay phone, and just let it hang until it started making that “Eet eet eet eet!” noise. So, I pulled myself up, and held down the little lever, to make it stop. Hung the receiver on the cradle, and went in the …