Author's Note: Woah, hold on there critic. If you're a normal person who has a reading comprehension level higher than that of a kindergartener, skip forward please. This is all for you critic. First of all, really? Check my facts? How about you check yours. Seriously. I never said that Emily was rich BECAUSE of the prostitution. I clearly said that her parents give her all the money she needs. Yes, I'm aware that pimps are smart, like you said, they have to be. I was aware of that fact when I wrote it, but this? This right here? Is a STORY. Fictional, see? Not real? Get it? Again with the falling in love, fiction? Love at first sight? All of this is IN THE WRITING. Also, I have gone into detail numerous times throughout the story as to how Emily feels about her job. If you don't understand it, tough. I am aware that this has a lot of potential, and everyone else seems to think I am fulfilling it just fine. Who said Anthony was done? Did I say that? Didn't think so. Also, there is a fine line between criticism and story-bashing, and you seemed to be mainly focused on the latter. If you would've told me how you would've liked to see the story changed, fine, criticism. That's not what you did. You just put everything I've worked on down. If you attend Yale, they certainly have lowered their standards, haven't they? You had all of these nasty things to say about my story, but you couldn't even bother logging in. People disgust me. I'm done. Good day, sir.

Sorry about that, some people just need to learn their place, you know? If you don't like my story, I'm sorry, but you don't have to read it. Nobody's making you. Anyways, thanks to all of you normal people who left great reviews for me, you guys rock. I'm not normally a nasty person, but if you insult me or my work, I get a little defensive. So, back to the story. I'm not going to change the way I write to make other people happy, so here's another shitty chapter for you all. Oh, and yes, I meant to clarify that the pimp is Karen McClair. Emily's POV.

'Your sister? I thought you said nobody in your family knows about this?'

'They don't, but I'm going to tell her. She'll understand. I hope. If anyone can get me out of this mess, it's her.'

'Alright then. When are we going to sort this?'

'Katie will probably want some time to figure all this shit out, so it will probably be another week at least. I'll still have to go into work for the time being as well.' Naomi's face drops at this information, and she doesn't even try to hide it. 'It's just one more week, Naoms.'

'I know.' She whispers. 'It's not even like we're together, it's just. I mean, I don't.' She lets out a long sigh. ' I just don't like the thought of other people touching you, you know? That kind of scares me. I've only just met you, but I care so much. I shouldn't, it's not normal.'

'I know how you feel.' I say with a small smile.

My finger hovers over the send button, battling in my mind whether or not to press it. 'I always do.' I mutter to myself. Katie and I have a rather odd relationship. We obviously love each other, we just have a rather unorthodox way of showing it. I haven't called her in about a month. I've always been such a terrible liar, and even talking to her on the phone, she would be able to get the truth out of me. I press the send button and press the speaker to my ear.

The phone only rings two and a half times before my sister's voice shrieks through the receiver. 'Why the hell haven't you spoken to me, bitch? Always thinking about yourself, aren't you? God, so typical.' She goes on for about another minute about what a terrible sister I am. When she's done I think it's safe to speak.

'Hello to you too Katie. Listen, I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you lately. Could you come over today?'

'I don't know if I even want to see you.'

'Please, Katie? I'm sorry. I need you.' I say this with such vulnerability in my tone that even Katie can't ignore it. She sighs because she knows she'll be here.

'Yeah, alright. What time?'

'Six? I'll make you dinner.'

'Fine six it is. See you then, lezzer.'

'Love you, Katie.'

'You too, Ems.' She says it so quickly and quietly I'm not sure I even heard it, or if I was meant to. Katie's changed. She's not the overshadowing bitch she used to be. I'm just not sure if she knows it yet.

Naomi and I are sitting in the living room, watching t.v.

'Naomi, what are we doing?'

'Um, we're watching telly, Ems. You're memory going a bit?' She asks, clearly confused.

'No, I don't mean right now. I mean what are we?' Realization settles on her face.

'I don't know if I'm ready to be in another relationship yet. I always thought I would never be able to be happy with someone again because of what Anthony did to me. Then again, I feel safe with you. Like I can face the world.' Swoon. That was an adorable little speech. Every time she brings up Anthony, I feel like punching someone, but then I realize how it must make her feel and I just feel guilty.

'I understand, just promise me one thing.'

'What?'

'Tell me when you're ready. When you're ready, I'm ready.'

'I promise.'

'Good. Now, what do you say we get started on dinner?'

'Sure. I must warn you, I'm not much of a cook. All I can cook is breakfast. And sandwiches. I make good sandwiches.'

'Well, if I'm ever in need of a good sandwich, I'll know just who to call.' I say with a wink. We're now standing in the middle of my kitchen. 'So, lasagna then?'

'Whatever you say.' I gave Naomi the simplest instructions I could without sounding conceited. This dinner has to be good. Like good enough to have your sister not flip the fuck out on you for being a prostitute. I think it's safe to say the odds are against me. I put the food in the oven to bake and Naomi and I leave it so we can get ready.

I've just taken my shower and I'm standing in front of my wardrobe in only my bra and underwear trying to decide what to wear. I decide to go ask Naomi what she's going to wear. It's just dinner, but I want to look good. I throw on an oversized t-shirt and head down the hall to the other bathroom, where Naomi's getting ready.

'Naomi.' I bang on the door. I hear a muffled 'what' through the door. 'What are you going to wear?' She opens the door, already dressed.

'This.'

'Clearly.' She's got on black skinny jeans with a plain white blouse with a grey cardigan over it. Her hair is straightened and left hanging by her face. She looks gorgeous. 'Okay, I just wanted to see.' I pad back down the hallway to my room. I decide on denim skinny jeans with a plaid green top, left open with a black camisole on underneath. I decide to leave my hair wavy, I like it better that way.

I walk down the stairs to see that Naomi still hasn't come down. I take the food out of the oven, and it looks perfect. I set the table and put the pan of hot food on the table. I walk into the living room to find Naomi sitting on the couch.

'Could've helped set the table.' She just sticks her tongue out at me. 'Don't make a promise you can't keep.' I say in a deliciously flirtatious voice. Extra husky. The doorbell rings as soon as the sentence is out of my mouth. Naomi's tongue securely back in hers. I walk to the front door smiling to myself. I open the door to find a bored looking Katie. 'Please, try to contain your excitement.' She must not have noticed that I had opened the door because as soon as I'm done speaking, Katie's hugging me. She never was much of a hugger. 'Are you okay Kate?'

'Yeah, I've just missed you is all.'

'I'm sorry.'

'I know.'

We walk in the living room to find Naomi in the same spot I left her, not looking like she is getting up any time soon. 'Naomi.' I say. She jumps at the sound of my voice before turning to face me and Katie. She looks shy. I've never seen this side of her before. Is this what she's like with all new people? 'Katie, this is Naomi, obviously. Naomi, Katie, my sister, again, obviously.'

'Yeah, think we got it Ems.' Katie pipes up. 'Hello there.' Is she being nice? She must've noticed Naomi's hesitance. I leave Katie's side to walk over to Naomi who is standing up at this point.

'Katie, you know where the dining room is.' I say, my eyes never leaving Naomi's.

'Uh, yeah, right.' She makes a hasty exit to the other room.

'What's wrong?' I ask as soon as Katie's out of the room.

'Sorry, I know she's your sister, but I don't like new people. I used to be so confident all the time. Anthony's just made me become more…reserved when it comes to new people. I guess you just never saw that side to me because you make me feel so comfortable.'

'It's okay. I understand.' I open my arms and Naomi steps into them. I give her a strong hug and a quick peck on the cheek as I'm pulling away. I offer her my hand and she takes it. We walk into the dining room to find Katie sitting at one of the places I set. 'Right, let's eat.'

I serve everyone's food and we start eating in a rather awkward silence.

'If you don't mind me asking, who are you?'

'Katie!' I chastise.

'What?'

'Nevermind.' She doesn't know about Naomi's insecurities. 'I'll tell you later, alright?' She just nods. We finish eating with minimal conversation. We move into the living room and I fetch a glass of wine for the three of us. We're going to need it.

I walk in the room to find Naomi sat as far away from Katie as she can possibly get. It was rather stupid of me to leave them alone, knowing Naomi is anything but comfortable. I quickly hand Katie her glass of wine before sitting down right next to Naomi. I can see her visibly relax.

'So are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on?' Katie says in a clearly agitated tone. I would be too I suppose.

'Yes, but let me just warn you now, you're not going to like it.' I tell her everything. From why I became a prostitute to how I met Naomi and why she's living with me to how I need her help getting me out of said prostitution. I obviously made sure it was okay with Naomi that I told her about Anthony. Katie kept a relatively calm face on the entire time, giving me the benefit of the doubt for once.

'Well, are you two, like, together?' I shake my head. 'Do you want to be?'

'Eventually.' Naomi answers and I smile at her.

'I am honestly shocked. This is for real? You're not playing some sick joke, are you?'

'Yeah you got me Katie, ha-fucking-ha.'

'Right, sorry. It's just, I think I need some time to understand.' I nod because that's exactly the answer I had hoped for. That means she's going to help, but she wants to be able to understand first. 'I'm just gonna go home and think, okay?' I nod again and get up to hug her . She hugs me tightly before making a swift exit.

'Is that good?' Naomi asks.

'Very good.' I answer.

Note: Right, there you go. Review please, and yes, you can criticize, but bashing is a whole different league folks. Thanks guys.