Cash in, cash out...One
"Even before the world went to shit most women always seemed to be fighting between the option of being their own keepers and still tying their lives to a man to somehow mysteriously achieve value in the eyes of those around them. Emma never had that option, her only sense of value came from what one old, pudgy, fucker had placed on her and his final decision concerning her had been to place no value on her at all."
"Emma didn’t want me to know about what had happened to her, not because I would feel pity, or make nonsensical threats to avenge her, but because she was afraid I would also see her as having no value. As though every woman is born with a cash box chained to her pussy. Money in and money out, all based on who, how many, and when the goods get used."
"I didn’t want to play that game. I didn’t want to check that cash box and see what I could put back in. I didn’t want to add value, I wanted her to see that the only value that mattered was the one she placed in herself."