Jobs

February 22, 2011

I was walking across a park with a friend, trying to follow after two men, who were conversing with one another. My friend kept insisting that it wasn't safe and that i should obtain some sort of weapon, but I told her it was okay, that the man was giving me a job and would protect me. At the edge of the park were stone steps that went down, and the men in front beckoned to me and then went down. I told my friend not to worry, since at worst all that would happen would be that I would be sold as a sex slave. Apparently I was totally unconcerned with this, though my friend kept freaking out about it.