nodding,
understanding.
“Do it, Sandy, for two million dollars I’d marry a man 3
times my age ‘and’ have his baby!” Roxi leaned forward, chewing her gum
manically, her eyes wide, disbelieving.
Sandra was about to take a swig of her beer but stopped,
putting her beer back on the table with a loud thud. “You would do it for two
hundred dollars Roxi, let alone two million, and besides, I don’t even know
what this guy looks like. What if he’s really ugly?” Sandra felt the need to
take a long swig of her beer at that point, her imagination flashing unpleasant
images before her mind’s eye.
Roxi placed her empty beer in the middle of the table,
the bottle clinking against the other 3 empties, and rolled her eyes as she
snapped her gum suddenly. Then Roxi looked at her once more, shaking her head
as she explained, “Sandy, you gotta put things into perspective here, see. None
of that matters, his looks, his job, the guy’s weight, whatever … we are
talking two ‘million’ dollars here.”
“So?” Sandra shrugged, listening.
“Think this through. You’re about to go to college. You
have no job and no hope of getting one the way things are around here unless
you want to do what I do, of course?” Roxi winked and lifted up her long red
hair in one hand, pulling it high up on her head seductively revealing her
slender neck, and rubbing one hand over her breasts as she gyrated at the
table, licking her lips, drawing stares from a group of truckers at the bar who
she loudly snapped her gum at before looking at Sandra once more.
Sandra looked disgusted, “eewww, no way on this earth
would you catch me doing that … no offence Roxi but look at your customers!”
Roxi laughed and but didn’t show any sign of having taken
offence. She was after all, a happy-go-lucky gal who lived life to the full.
She had neither the time nor the inclination to ever be serious about anything
… except money. “So, in that case little miss Sandy, your options are …
continue to be poor and in fact be ‘even’ poorer once you’re in college ‘or’
marry this mystery man, and get paid your two million dollars. Geez, you don’t
even have to live with the guy for Christ sakes … just do it, Sandy.”
Sandra thought for a moment. Roxi was right. She didn’t
have to live with the guy; and the will only stipulated that she simply marry
him, not fall in love with him or spend any time with him. It didn’t look so
bad after all. Sandra smiled and Roxi, seeing her smile broke out into a huge
grin. “Another beer?”
“Don’t mind if I do, Roxi.”
Chapter
Two
Three years later …
The music in the club was electronic house or something
similar and it was a little repetitive for Sandra’s taste, still, she preferred
it to the usual pop and hip-hop that had suddenly grown popular throughout the
world. Her students were forever playing it on the radio but she didn’t mind,
as it somehow seemed to fuel their creativity as they worked. Roxi sat opposite
her chewing gum manically as she conversed with a young man who had latched
onto them both as they made their way through the club. Sandra watched the
exchange, a bored look on her face as the man, dressed in baggy jeans and
t-shirt gestured to Roxi again and again, that sly smile creasing up one side
of his face as he said something apparently clever because Roxi snapped her gum
and laughed, patting his arm flirtatiously. Sandra glanced over her shoulder
and spotted the man’s playmate, still watching her but she shot him a dirty
look and waved her hand at him dismissively. He had tried it on with her but
Sandra had blown him out in a heartbeat. She didn’t go for that macho,
over-confident, cocky crap that Roxi was so obsessed with in a guy; after all,
didn’t relationships based on that ‘bad-boy’ infatuation always end badly for
the girl?
She felt underdressed and woefully out of place. Hurry
up Thomas .
She was in a good mood though, after all,
understanding.
“Do it, Sandy, for two million dollars I’d marry a man 3
times my age ‘and’ have his baby!” Roxi leaned forward, chewing her gum
manically, her eyes wide, disbelieving.
Sandra was about to take a swig of her beer but stopped,
putting her beer back on the table with a loud thud. “You would do it for two
hundred dollars Roxi, let alone two million, and besides, I don’t even know
what this guy looks like. What if he’s really ugly?” Sandra felt the need to
take a long swig of her beer at that point, her imagination flashing unpleasant
images before her mind’s eye.
Roxi placed her empty beer in the middle of the table,
the bottle clinking against the other 3 empties, and rolled her eyes as she
snapped her gum suddenly. Then Roxi looked at her once more, shaking her head
as she explained, “Sandy, you gotta put things into perspective here, see. None
of that matters, his looks, his job, the guy’s weight, whatever … we are
talking two ‘million’ dollars here.”
“So?” Sandra shrugged, listening.
“Think this through. You’re about to go to college. You
have no job and no hope of getting one the way things are around here unless
you want to do what I do, of course?” Roxi winked and lifted up her long red
hair in one hand, pulling it high up on her head seductively revealing her
slender neck, and rubbing one hand over her breasts as she gyrated at the
table, licking her lips, drawing stares from a group of truckers at the bar who
she loudly snapped her gum at before looking at Sandra once more.
Sandra looked disgusted, “eewww, no way on this earth
would you catch me doing that … no offence Roxi but look at your customers!”
Roxi laughed and but didn’t show any sign of having taken
offence. She was after all, a happy-go-lucky gal who lived life to the full.
She had neither the time nor the inclination to ever be serious about anything
… except money. “So, in that case little miss Sandy, your options are …
continue to be poor and in fact be ‘even’ poorer once you’re in college ‘or’
marry this mystery man, and get paid your two million dollars. Geez, you don’t
even have to live with the guy for Christ sakes … just do it, Sandy.”
Sandra thought for a moment. Roxi was right. She didn’t
have to live with the guy; and the will only stipulated that she simply marry
him, not fall in love with him or spend any time with him. It didn’t look so
bad after all. Sandra smiled and Roxi, seeing her smile broke out into a huge
grin. “Another beer?”
“Don’t mind if I do, Roxi.”
Chapter
Two
Three years later …
The music in the club was electronic house or something
similar and it was a little repetitive for Sandra’s taste, still, she preferred
it to the usual pop and hip-hop that had suddenly grown popular throughout the
world. Her students were forever playing it on the radio but she didn’t mind,
as it somehow seemed to fuel their creativity as they worked. Roxi sat opposite
her chewing gum manically as she conversed with a young man who had latched
onto them both as they made their way through the club. Sandra watched the
exchange, a bored look on her face as the man, dressed in baggy jeans and
t-shirt gestured to Roxi again and again, that sly smile creasing up one side
of his face as he said something apparently clever because Roxi snapped her gum
and laughed, patting his arm flirtatiously. Sandra glanced over her shoulder
and spotted the man’s playmate, still watching her but she shot him a dirty
look and waved her hand at him dismissively. He had tried it on with her but
Sandra had blown him out in a heartbeat. She didn’t go for that macho,
over-confident, cocky crap that Roxi was so obsessed with in a guy; after all,
didn’t relationships based on that ‘bad-boy’ infatuation always end badly for
the girl?
She felt underdressed and woefully out of place. Hurry
up Thomas .
She was in a good mood though, after all,
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