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Chapter 101 by Miriam Miriam

What do you say?

Tell him you're

"Please...", you whimper. "I'll have the money soon. It's just... things have been very tough lately, and...", you act, trying to get some sympathy. You are an 'actress' now after all, so you might as well practice your skills while trying to avoid your debts. You put on your most devastated face as you try to get your landlord to feel sorry for you. You sniffle, brushing your fingers along your eyes. When you look up at him with sad eyes you're almost startled to notice that he is suddenly smiling sympathetically at you. He has a kind and gentle smile that you've never seen before on his face. Your act seems to be working better than you thought, and you try and will yourself to start crying as well.

"What's the matter?", he asks in a comforting tone, as you desperately attempt to make **** tears appear in the corners of your eyes. "Would it help to talk about it?"

You nod slowly as you decide where to go from here, and suddenly he puts an arm around your shoulders; drawing you into a hug. You recoil briefly, but then decide to simply go with it and just bury your face in his chest while pretending to cry. Before you know it, he is stroking your hair and whispering soothing nothings into your ear. You'd almost think it creepy if you weren't convinced that his sudden concern was genuine.

Perhaps you've overdone it a little? One moment he was being all aggressive, and the next he's holding you like a father would hold his daughter. You didn't think your acting was this good. Or perhaps he was looking for an excuse to... touch you? With a little effort you manage to pull free from his grasp. You pretend to dry your eyes as you avoid his gaze. "Thanks", you say softly as you briefly look up to give him a weak smile.

He returns it before looking at you expectantly. "So, what's wrong?", he asks.

Crap. Now you have to think of an actual excuse, because 'I can't afford the rent' alone might not cut it anymore. You consider what to tell him. Perhaps you could go overboard with your sob story, or alternatively you could consider telling him the actual truth. You could let him know that you're resorting to doing porn just to make ends meet?

Tell the truth or fabricate a story?

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