"I’ll be sixty."

"And you're aware that I'm in my early twenties."

"I am aware."

"What does this consist of? I'm not just going to drop everything when you call. I have a life, I have school, I have dreams." I protested but tried to keep my voice low. I was trying to protect every bit of myself that I had left and the small pieces I was gaining back.

"I understand all of those things. You think I saw someone dependent and needy marching into Louis Vuitton on Michigan Avenue with no man and no ring? I was born at night, but not last night, Rahkell."

"So why me? What do you want from me?"

"Look at you? A bold red lip, fitted black dress, everything a man could desire. Intelligent, educated, no children. You look like you need someone to take all of your stress away. In exchange for a minimal amount of pleasure."