Money would think all his boasting about how much everybody focused on him would make the reader want him too. L.A. earned the most of me and so she was the Bottom Bitch, in charge of the household after her Daddy. He had been in a talkative mood once after I had made him happy trying something new in between those sheets. I heard a lot of things that afternoon. He used to work his hos around the clock, but he changed that up back when Satin was with him due to multiple mishaps. He decided, rightly, that it was safer with all of them on the track together and then all of them going back home together. He decided it was safer and also more cost-effective, in the end. But I would be the one writing Money, and maybe I could get the squares upset by him. Upset enough to do the opposite of what Money would be suggesting. Upset enough to do the right thing instead. The more I think about it, the more I think this might be my best plan yet. L.A. was unhappy because Dime going to school meant Dime worked less.
