Carrie Flees

"That sounds great, baby," Carrie lied.

"Great. I'll be back in a couple of hours and we can get started."

***

Carrie thought she could rely on just one person: George. She knocked on his door. He opened it, looking out at her.

"Everything okay? You don't have a client." Carrie shook her head, looking panicked.

"Slim wants me to be a drug mule, George! If I do that, I'm going to get arrested, I guarantee it. I need to get the fuck out of her, but I got no wallet, no ID, no car -- just like 2 grand in cash. I need help, please George, please! I'll do anything for you!" The 72 year-old widower sighed as the 26 year-old ho rocked back and forth on her feet. Could he give up this life for this fit white bitch? Start anew?