She had very few morals; her values were less than desired. But she was the girl everyone knew. You could walk down a street and you'd hear someone talking about her latest fling. Girls were jealous, boys drooled. I found it sickening. There they were, her legions of followers, not caring how she earned her money but how beautiful she was.

If we're being completely honest her morals were as loose as her knickers, and let me tell you, they were probably the loosest things you'd ever seen - providing you had enough cash in your pocket. The doors would open for anyone whose wallet turned in her direction. Yet, there they were, her legions of followers, not caring how she earned her money but how beautiful she was.

Of course, she used caution. Protection was a must; the punters wouldn't like her if she were disease ridden. It made what she did 'okay' in the eyes of many but not me - never me. I didn't care whether she used protection, she was still a whore and that was the end of it. But there they were, her legions of followers, not caring how she earned her money but how beautiful she was.

I remember once, it slipped. That protocol for protection was thrown into the wind; one can't help it in the throes of passion. She didn't tell anyone, of course. But people started talking about it when the bump arrived. They thought it was sweet, they thought that life was going well for her - she was only sixteen and had been on the dole for two years already. But of course, there they were, her legions of followers, not caring how she earned her money but how beautiful she was.

Nine months down the line and she was stuck with the sprog, a little boy named Billy. She loved him; no one could doubt that, no one would want to - we must remember, she was perfect. She may have loved him but her punters didn't. They didn't like the screaming, the constant need for attention, they weren't getting their money's worth. One of them, a burly lad, no more than twenty-five, decided enough was enough. Took the baby and that was the end of it. And suddenly, they weren't there, her legions of followers, not caring how she earned her money but how beautiful she was.

They didn't care that she was beautiful, they didn't care that she was perfect. All they cared about was one fact: she murdered her child. But losing them didn't matter to her, no, it didn't matter to me.

I didn't care that they weren't there, my legion of followers, not caring how I earned my money but how beautiful I was.

I cared about my baby, the one I lost, the one he killed. The only thing more valuable than my legion of followers, not caring how I earned my money but how beautiful I was.




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