I ended up with Karina by my own mistake. I got lost and the girl I had arranged a date with had to leave. Karina volunteered to be my ‘date.’ She looked really nice beneath her tiny negligee so I let her lead me into the bedroom and work her magic on me.
I was extremely impressed by her young body. Her stomach was flat as a mirror and totally free of stretch marks. Breasts were perfect. Butt was perfect. Her face wasn’t bad at all either. We got down to business, and when we were done, there were about 15 minutes left. She seemed worried. I asked why. She was worried about paying the bills. I asked her a few more questions.
Where did she live? In Bello, alone, because rent was cheap. The apartment where she worked was in Laureles, 25 minutes away when traffic was good. Did she take taxis to and from work? Yes. How much did it cost? About 25 thousand pesos, roughly $8.50 US. Both ways, it ran to $17. How many days a month did she come to work? At least 25. I asked why she didn’t live closer? Too expensive. I asked if she realized how much she spent per month on taxis? No, she didn’t. I did the math for her. $425 per month. I asked her what the difference in rent was between Bello and Laureles. She wasn’t sure. I knew that rent for a modest one bedroom even in a posh neighborhood would be less than $425, not even counting the rent she was paying now. Why didn’t she move? She didn’t want to move, it was too expensive in Laureles. I went over the numbers one more time. She said she was tired and her head hurt. She didn’t want to think about it.
Another horticulture moment. You can lead a horticulture… but you can’t make her think.
To quote Tony Soprano: “Whacha gonna do?”