A Deal

"You need money, a way to jumpstart your life back up. I can help. I'll give you two hundred dollars a week."

Kara scoffed. "Yeah? What do I have to do?" He chuckled. "Anything I ask. Stuff of sexual nature, you can imagine, though anything goes, really." "Yeah, right," she spat, "I don't see that coming back to bite me anytime soon."

"I'd think about it first," he retorted, "you don't have much to bargain with. You won't be staying here if you refuse, and I will be needing the robe back." Kara clutched the robe tight to her chest as he said that. She racked her brain for ideas. Sure, she didn't want to be on her own again, back at square one with not even a stitch on her back, but... Was she really going to stoop this low?