I took a drag of my cigarette and leaned back against Jake and the fence.
“No way babe. No.” Jake said.
I just shook my head, “You know I need the money. I can’t stay around here forever. You know that.”
He glanced at me, “I know you can’t Cyn, but porn? Seriously?”
“I. Need. Money.” I growled, I had already made up my mind, but in a way I still needed his permission.
“No.”
I dropped the remnants of my cigarette on the ground and stomped on it. “I’m doing it-it’s my ticket out. Now are you with me, or not? Because I don’t need this.”
He sighed, kissed me quickly and answered, “No, I’m not. It’s wrong, and you know it.”
“Jake don’t-”
“Whatever babe.”
He shrugged away and started down the street.
I just rolled my eyes, picked up my cell and dialed in Mr. Sacket’s number.
“How much money is there? Tell the truth too, don’t screw around with me.” I demanded.
He laughed, “For you? There’s enough.”
I took a deep breath. “Ok, I’m in-you best not be lying about the money either.”
“Trust me Cynthia. It’s fine”