Life on the streets was not at all glamorous. Maya had been there for years and she knew that fact. For people like her, the chances of just getting away and going somewhere else to start afresh were slim. It was a fact of life that most of them accepted.
They would either walk out of the life having contracted something that had no cure. Or they would end up in a shallow grave in the middle of nowhere. Dead either by a John's hand, or by their pimp's. Now in the moment that Maya was in she realized that most likely She would be killed by Tristan Asher. But Ariel did not seem to think so. The other woman wanted Maya to relax and against her better instincts, she did.
