I hated stripping. I believed I was lower than low, a second- or even a third-rate citizen. With no high school diploma, having dropped out in the eleventh grade, I had no real skills. I couldn't type, nor was I familiar with computer programs. My customer skills were limited; in fact, most of the time I couldn't stand people. Especially ones who act up in stores. I couldn't cook or clean, so I did what I assumed was my o...

My mom was keeping Angel for the weekend, as she normally does. It was the club's busiest time, so I was grateful for her help. I didn't tell her I wasn't working, nor did I inform her about the letter. I still hadn't figured out what I was going to do. I wanted to call his bluff to see if what he said was true or not. I kept the secret of Angel's birth from everyone. Including my mother. Our relationship was rocky as it...