12 YEARS LATER Taking a seat in the break room, Jaycee retrieved her phone and searched for messages, but none were found. With three remaining hours in her shift at the Glory Hole, her jaw was already aching. Aware of six more appointments before her shift concluded at eleven, she harbored a reluctance to complete them. At that moment, Cassandra entered, taking her soda from the fridge and joining Jaycee at the table. While Jaycee was engrossed in checking Facebook, Cassandra observed her activities. “How’s your night so far?” Cassandra asked. Jaycee looked up and replied, “I had three customers,” “So?” “I don’t like certain customers,” Jaycee replied. “Why not? Preferences?” “No, just don’t like them, never did.” “Are you from the deep south or what?” “No.” “I never met someone with those preferences before, do you express that in public?” “No, doesn’t come up in conversation much,” Jaycee replie...
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