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“This man is just taking too long,” I grumbled under my breath while tapping my pen on the desk.I was wasting enough time as it is, listening to a lecture I already read a lot about and the man had nothing new to offer on it.I was standing up by the time the professor said the last sentence. My back strapped over my shoulder and my notebook in hand, i left the class of murmuring students through the back door. I was already late.This professor for the semester's course was always so damned slow, i groused in my head. It was already 5pm now and yet i had not been able to go grocery shopping or get my nails done… it was a long lsit of things i had to do.I quickly reached the bus stop and just in time too, because the bus had just arrived.“Ticket please,” the driver said and I handed it to him. He punched a hole in it and handed it back to me and I moved in to find a free seat at the back of the bus, where I wouldn’t be disturbed.I was proud of being able to support myself through

The VVIP private rooms were nothing short of exquisite. I had only been in here once or twice to help out a colleague whenever they needed someone to cover their shifts. I didnt like performing for only one person in such a closed space, despite my assured safety and the prospect of getting more tips. So I stuck to working the stage and around the regulars in the club. Now, I was being forced to entertain this man.I changed into a black set that was the most expensive one I owned, redoing my makeup and applying more red lipstick on my pouty lips. I was doing all of this under duress however.My manager was explicit in his words - if I didn’t do as asked I would be out of the club on my ass. I couldn’t afford that rigat now. Even though I had saved up a lot of money, I still knew that I needed this job for at least my living expenses and then some. I was also saving up for a trip, I couldn’t leave the club now. This job was important to me and I knew I wouldn’t find a club quickly tha

The next morning I slept in late, because I was glad to not have classes that day. Having a free day was always a good thing in my mind because I didn’t know how else to get the time I would have to recuperate from the disaster of a work night the night before.I stood up slowly from the bed, yawning deeply. I had been so exhausted from the stress.I immediately remembered Charlie and I picked up my phone to call him. The phone rang and rang but no one picked.Was he asleep?I sent him a message after he didn’t pick up the second time I called.‘I’ll come over this afternoon. Are you okay?’ The text read.With that, I looked around my stufffy bedroom and knew I had to definitely clean today.That was what took up the most of my morning and I thankfully finished my laundry as well.After hanging out some of my things to dry on the line, I decided to go grocery shopping before going to see Charlie, as I was sure he didn’t have anything to eat. That man could survive in nothing but a pac