Janeen seats me at the kitchen table while she fixes us both another drink. When she slides into the seat across from me, her face is gentler and more considerate than it was before. I sigh, grateful for it – Janeen has always teased me, and I don’t really care about that, but this is the big sister I came to see. The one who I know has my back through anything.
“Fay,” she starts gently. “Does this contract make you feel like a w***e?”
“Um,” I hesitate, awkward, but really considering her question. “I guess…that was my knee jerk reaction? That he was asking me to be his w***e, to pay me for s*x?”
“And would that be a…bad thing?” she asks carefully, her hands wrapped around her drink. “To be paid for s*x?”
I blush as I look away from my sister, realizing that I might have done somet
