Invest, he said.

I was arm candy at a business meeting once. Listening to these high power executives banter back and forth was about the most bazaar thing I had ever seen in my life. There came a point when I wondered why I was even invited.

Good whores zone out and play candy crush on their phones. Marilyn Monroe paid attention. Sometimes, the stupid do survive. He looked like something out of a Forbes magazine. Why would he invite a stripper this stupid? Why was I in the middle of this circus?


“How can you possibly expect me to invest in something when I don’t have a god damn clue where it’s going.”

“It’s going in your pocket, that’s where it’s going. Straight in your pocket.”

“You’re insane.”

“That’s what Lyndon B. Johnson said when NASA said we’re sending Neil to the Moon! I’m from outer space, we all know this. This is possible, I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Ok, so this is for space research?”

“No, child sex trafficking.”

“God, shut up. That’s not funny. Your jokes are horrible.”

“You’re right. I’m a church going man. I should know better. Between you and I, it’s an advanced psychological research study to identify the alpha and beta genes within the human race. We want to create the perfect match making service. We genuinely want everyone in the world to feel loved and happy. Out of this world loved and happy!”

“You’re sure they are as close to the answer as you say they are? Gee, I wish I felt as loved and happy all the time as I do right now. **smirks at me**”

“100% I give you my word. You will get double the return on your investment. I’ll even give you an in person tour of the bioengineering building when it’s complete.”

“You’re a good guy. Thanks for always thinking of me. I can’t wait. **shakes hand**”

This is the beginning of learning a foreign language.

Xoxo, Yetti

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