The Coffee Shop

"How do you like your coffee?" The cashier asked.

"Just black," Elizabeth said.

"Same," Faith said.

"Like our men," Elizabeth said, chuckling.

They two sat down and traded their stories. Faith was there for fun, to be fit and to explore our sexual side. Elizabeth was there for necessity, the byproduct of the fiscally irresponsible Antoine. Both were the "white girls" of the establishment. And though neither knew it at the moment, both were being groomed to be working girls for Lamar.