CHOICES
MARISSA VANDERSON
"All I ask is that you allow me to purchase some clothes and that you drop me off at the café to meet Tuesday," finished Marissa.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Yes, you did." She pushed away from the wall and put some distance between herself and Dane. "What I don't understand is why. I've done nothing to indicate I wish to prostitute myself. I simply want to enjoy what you and everyone else take for granted."
"Marissa, I—"
Beep! Beep! A blue truck whipped into the parking space in front of them. A handsome, blond-haired man stuck his head out. "Hey, buddy! Good thing you didn't wear your Batman underwear, huh?" The man's gaze assessed Marissa. His hundred-watt smile indicated he liked what he saw. "Hi there."
"This is Marissa Vanderson," said Dane. "Marissa, this is Brent Williams."
