Chapter 9

• In the envelope was also the thick card of the psychologist's office with the necessary information to attend, and a card of the same thickness containing the famous three names of those people proposing me to be a sugar baby.
• What a madness.
• I started reading the names and their phone numbers: John David (forty-five years old) Penelope Yang (forty-six). I frowned, a woman wanted me as her sugar baby? What the hell? Impossible, I liked men.