Paying the rent with my body
Getting by as a housekeeper has never been easy, but the pandemic has made it almost impossible. Locked inside for months, out of work, and no longer able to pay my bills, I sit on the couch with my work blouse unbuttoned. All I can think about is the imminent arrival of my landlord – to have me evicted, no doubt. When he does come, though, things don’t exactly go the way I expected. In the end, he’s more interested in what’s between my legs than my money. Oh, well. I’m sure we’ll be able to figure something out.