I don’t know exactly what I expected. I called the number Richard had given me at the adult arcade and reached his voice mail. I left a vague message. It was now Sunday, three days later and Richard hadn’t returned my call. Chalk it up to just another “Rich guy fucks a trailer trash skank and then jokes about it at the club.” I sighed, then took a sip of my Earl Grey Breakfast tea. What had happened to my life? I loved my...