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trouble, she might not want me to work here at all. It would be so difficult to get another job — this one had been hard enough to find as it was.
                  “So, of course I do stuff other than work,” I said. “I get to spend time with Faith and her friends are my friends, too. I just — I hope you don’t mind me saying — I don’t want to work here for the rest of my life. I’m trying to save money, so I can have something to fall back on if — in the very far away future — I decided to do something different.”
                  Parker laughed, a throaty, friendly sound, as she threw her head back.
                  “Sol, no one does this job forever — not even me. It’s impossible. This is just one step forward on the way to different things. I understand perfectly. I just don’t want you to exhaust yourself, that’s all.”
                  Relieved that my bluff had worked, I followed Parker around the club as she told me about what would be required of me. Other members of the setup crew flitted in as Parker spoke. It wouldn’t be strenuous work, but it would force me to keep both earlier and later hours. Even that was something of a blessing. I really hoped that I could just get back to my apartment after my shift and go straight to bed without worrying what was happening to Antonio or wondering whether I’d even ever see him again.
                  I helped the other members of the crew take down the chairs, buff the tables, and get everything else ready as Parker went to check the sound system and DJ equipment. She preferred to do all the announcing herself from the booth during the shift, but if it got really busy, she’d call for backup so she could circulate around the floor, anticipating the needs of everyone — from the guys who just come in off the streets on a whim to a very rich VIP clientele she’d developed herself. She had a very careful system, and it really paid off. This was one of the most popular clubs in all of Miami.
                  When it got close to eleven, I departed from the setup crew to get ready. Dancers were already packing the dressing room, wriggling into costumes and pursing their lips in front of the mirror to apply just the right amount of lipstick to their pouts.
                  “You running late, honey?” one of them called to me, seeing my hurried dash to rinse off in the shower.
                  “No, I was just helping the setup crew,” I called back over my shoulder, rushing to fling off my sweaty clothes so I could get cooled down and fresh before customers started arriving.
                  “Setup crew?” the dancer repeated, clearly confused. “Why doesn’t she just escort more if she needs money?”
                  I turned the shower spray on, and the patter of water against tile drowned out her words mercifully. I’d never escorted. It felt too close to being unfaithful to Antonio, and I’d never do that — not for any amount of money. I paused, considering that point that had always been so clear in my head. I remembered Faith’s first night of escorting, how she’d earned thousands of dollars — enough to secure tuition to the school she wanted to send her brother.
                  If I could be guaranteed the money to pay Antonio’s ransom, would I escort? Would I be unfaithful to him to save him? Just what was our love worth to me? Would I give up all of my principles to be reunited with my love again?
                  Would he even want to be with me if he ever discovered the lengths I went through to make it possible?
                  I shuddered, and it wasn’t because the water spurting from the showerhead was freezing. Maybe it was time I revisited my standards. Life was getting harder. I needed to use every weapon in my arsenal to reverse my