Debt

by Nina G. Jones

“Listen...” — he pulls out the guys wallet — “Paul? Get the fuck out, and drive straight home. You don’t know who you’re messing with.” “My dad’s a lawyer!” he says. I knew he was a douche. “Get the fuck out of here,” Tax says, shoving him towards the bouncers

“It’s a convention for the adult entertainment and products industry.” Mia, Mia, what a career you’ve chosen. “A dildo convention?” She lets out a pained laugh. “No!” Then she laughs again. “I guess you could call it that.”

This is what Tax has turned me into: a crazed woman who follows a man around. But I have been left with no choice. If I just let him go, the question of why Tax came and went will linger in my mind for as long as I live. Oh my god, I’m like that astronaut who wore a diaper to drive across the country to find her lover.