Sex was a way to stop the crying, the powerlessness of not feeling beautiful. She always felt beautiful under lustful hands. Lustful hands can't lie. The want, greed, and emptiness is real. That type of emptiness can't be imagined. And she trusted it because she understood it. The magic that disillusioned others about loving was what she liked most -- the emptiness always comes back. She could count on that. And as long as it did, she could keep believing that she didn't need promises of forever.
Selah knew that real love only cost twenty-five cents. That's what she charged the neighborhood boys in Waterman Gardens where...