Chapter Two: Making a Sensual Trade
Returning home, she found Josie at the kitchen table, buried in textbooks and taking occasional sips from a flask of brandy.
“Hello there, roommie!” Pricilla chirped, taking a seat at the table.
Josie slowly raised her head from a book, looking like a bear emerging from hibernation. “What do you want?” she growled.
“How do you know I want something?” Pricilla asked, easing her face into a smile. “I could simply want to chat.”
“We don’t chat, remember? We only talk when we need a favor.”
Pricilla was stuck. Her roommate had a point. Even after several months of sharing an apartment, they hadn’t really become close. This made perfect sense as they had nothing in common. Pricilla was an Oxford educated English Lit major from Berkshire; Josie, a strugg
