by Kim Richards

Created on: July 09, 2009   Last Updated: October 18, 2009

Della absolutely hated the life that she had come to know. As she drove her immaculate jaguar down the interstate, she replayed how she had gotten to this point. Her childhood had been decent enough. Not great or not overly bad. Her parents never got divorced, and her family lived in the house where her grandmother had grown up. Something about that particular life didn't really appeal to her and she had left home right after high school. She moved to Miami on a whim and once there found a job at a local retail store. As she continued to speed down the highway, her thoughts jumped ahead to when she met Ronnie Bash. He was bold and hard driving. Told her he could give her any thing she wanted. And what she wanted was to live the high stakes side of life. Their relationship was forged in his promise and her willingness to rise to the top. She was young and looked passed his terms of agreement. She really shouldn't have. The beginning was easy enough she would be working for him as an escort for business men that came to the area. She would be supplied with all she needed and could keep any material items she received for her services. The money would be given to Ronnie. As he explained their arrangement, her mind wandered to the men she would escort and their accessories as she would call them. Never hearing the part that she would receive a very minimal amount of money to live day to day. As she became popular on the scene and was given many accessories by her clients, she failed to see the woman she was becoming. Hard. Unattached. One of her clients came to her with a proposal that she leave Ronnie's employ and sorta be his girl. He arranged a monetary sum for her and Ronnie would release her from "her contract" so to speak. She loved the perks that came with her new job, she was able to travel. she was basically free to live a life just how she had planned. All she had to do was make sure her client was happy when he was in Miami. simple and sweet. She continued reliving all that had happened so far in her life and hated herself for allowing this to go on. As she punched the accelerator in the jag, and began to race along at top end. Lonely, desolate road for a lonely, desolate woman. At that time fate or something akin to fate stepped in and she just missed the jack rabbit as it raced across the highway. Swerving to miss it she found herself smacking the guard rail and head first the jaguar soared like a wingless bird down into the basin. She had managed

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