"I can handle one woman," I countered. Her words had my manliness in jeopardy. Besides, my ire at Miss Carter was enough where I could certainly handle her.
"It would be easier if I did it for you."
"How?" I had an idea of what she was going to say, but I wanted to be sure before I made conclusions.
"I will go in seeking a job as a prostitute."
I laughed, but this time her words weren't overly humorous. "You just f****d for the first time last night. I don't think you'll be mistaken for a whore."
She shook her head. "Doesn't matter. I can easily play a woman fallen on hard times. A virgin, or almost virgin. I should fetch a fair price."
I didn't want to think about the men circling around her eager to get their hands, and other parts of their anatomy, on her.
"No."
I spurred my hor
