Chapter 212

You Are My Reputation

Mr. Fanny had his face to the wall while Lucy counted the wads of dollars and when she was done counting, she nodded and slapped the door into her palms.

“I sold a lot of d**** this week,” she said, gazed at Mr. Fanny who showed no interest in what she was saying, “Indeed you will not be bullied this week because I have made enough money for you to give to him,” she said, and put the dollars to her nostrils, “Hmmm, d**** money smells like d****,” she gazed upon him and saw the mountain of frown on his face, “Sweetheart,” she placed her soft warm palms on his body and could feel his hotness which was traceable to the anger going on in his mind.

“Do you have new d**** for sale?” she asked, peered into his face when he didn’t get any response, “Sweet-cube, did you hear me? I asked if you have new c****** for sale. I need to know so I can help you sell them on the street,” she said but this time very slowly and cold as though she wouldn’t want to