Excerpt:

“Hello,” came the breathless female voice.
“Um, hi.” Tameka was momentarily confused. She must have dialled the wrong number. After all she wasn’t in the most stable state. “I think I have the wrong number.”
“Meka?” the voice came back.
“Yeah, who is this?” she asked, simultaneously recognising that it could only be one person.
“Trinaaaa.”
“Um, is Andre there? It’s important.”
“Yeesssss. What? Um, ooooohhhh Baby, Dre. Look, Meka can he call you back?”
“Yeah sure.” Tears streamed down Tameka’s face. What was she thinking? Andre was in a relationship. And he was happy. And she’d called him, disrupted him in the middle of give his love to the woman it belonged to. She’d called him to collapse his world. She yearned to talk to him, but she knew that despite, what she thought she saw, what she thought he felt, he loved Trina. That was his girl and she wasn’t going to ruin that. She had to solve this problem on her own.
She pulled the phone book out from under her bed, and punched in 7 new digits.
“Hello, Shekinah Women’s Wellness Centre.”
She asked them what she needed to know and hung up the phone, sinking back into the pillows. Where was she going to get $300? She couldn’t even bring herself to tell her mother what had happened, and the way that they worked, there was no way she could forgive herself for taking that money from her parents. No, she had to do this on her own. Her parents were not an option, neither was Andre, there was only one place to get the money.
She stood determined, and marched into the bathroom to wash her face. She went back to the bedroom, grabbed the satchel, and the phone, took the phone back to its resting place, turned the light off and left. It took all the willpower she had to walk towards the corner the Sharks hung out. Each step was infinitely easier and harder at the same time. As long as you keep going, you’ll be fine, she told herself. Just as she was thinking that there was no way that she could go through with it, he looked up. He smiled and jogged toward her.
“You ready ain’t you?”
“$400.”
“Ouch. That’s a bit steep.”
“That’s what it is. Take it or leave it.”
“Fine, but make it worth it. For 400 bucks I don’t wanna fuck no blow up doll.”
She nodded and he took her hand. She let him lead her to his apartment. She held back the tears as he kissed her and she kissed him back. She moaned as he sucked on her breasts, and as he fingered her. She took his dick in her mouth and massaged it with her tongue. She let him climb on top of her and put his dick inside her, she moaned and screamed and kicked. She told him how good he was, how she wanted to feel him inside her again. How she was sorry for making him wait. She fucked the man she didn’t love, to solve the problem she’d created when she had had sex the one that she now did. She took her $400, put it in her satchel, smiled, kissed him as he told her she was worth every cent. She sashayed home, let herself in, turned on the like, walked to the bathroom, sat in the tub, and turned the shower on. She sat fully clothed and let the water beating down on her mingle with the water running from her eyes to wash away her sins.