" Three hundred is big money. You should take it." He persuaded and flexed his three fingers all over again. In as much as modesty was thing she loved to exhibit, poverty was thing she had to fight away from.

" Damn it. Leave me be you fellow. Please!" She struck out, shutting out both him and her persuasive mind at almost the same instance.

" At this point he was glad to forget about the phone and take what ever he could take from the deal, if he convinced it to pull through. " Four hundred? Four hundred Is two times from last pay. You can bury your baby...