Is there something more

, because there was no other way to pay the university taxes.Both

her mother and father were unemployed. The work wasn't heavy, although souses were something usual

there.The problems would come later, after the men had got their load almost everyone suggested

spending thmight with him Hong Kong tour.

"How much'?" asked a handsome man, about thirty, probably a businessman. His mobile phone was always

ringing. He would arrive riding a white Mercedes, a chauffeur on the driver's seat, who stayed in

the car and waited for him to drink his whisky.

"Why was it you think a waitress means a prostitute?" asked Reny indignantly taking a seat next to

him.

"Have I said anything like that?" he snapped, looking her right in the eye,“however, sex is like

any other business -you have a good to offer, you set a price on it, and I pay, if I consider it

worthy."

"But sex is not like business!" Reny got heated. She even stomped angrily her foot.

"No? What is it, then? Everything's business, my beauty!" his phone rang again. He stopped speaking

to listen and when he saw her getting up, said quickly: "one second! My offer needs a response, my

beauty!" and continued speaking. He pronounced figures, percents, custom fees。

She walked away

"If know how to wait!" he shouted quickly after her and started speaking over the phone again.

One evening, when she went home and flicked the switch to turn on the light in the corridor instead

of light there came to her the quiet voice of her mother: "we were cut off ,We hadn't paid..."

"Why don't you ask the money from me?" asked Reny in the darkness.

"I was ashamed ," the mother admitted in the corridor. The hall resounded with father's cough "He has

no money for cigarettes and he's hacking all the time.