Possums, I had a bad dream.

Little Mr. Dapper Indian Man was chasing me, trying to flag me with his trousers down and his manhood out! Money was spewing out of his anus, as if I won at the slot machines! Little Mr. Dapper Indian Man was waving his pecker wood at me to take it and I just couldn’t. I wouldn’t!

It wasn’t the first time I turned down a penis.

Just in my dreams.

I called my Aunt, who lived close to where the incident took place. I had gone there immediately after it happened. So, I knew that I could call her if I needed comforting. She has been there for me, through thick and thicker.

“It’s probably because you are Black,” she stated.

“Black?” I asked.

“You, don’t know the girls around here, dear. These men think that these girls will do anything for any amount of money! And they probably do. Just the other day, a man approached me and I thought he was asking for directions. I should have known better!” answered my Aunt.

“Really?” I asked.

“Well, how big did it look?” asked Auntie.

“What look?” I asked.

“His stuff? The man in the dream?” she asked, I could hear the clacking of her knitting stop.

“Auntie!”

“Like I said. Many girls would have said yes if they were in your place,” said my Aunt. “How much would you have charged?”

“Why? Are you planning on becoming my manager?” I asked.

“Can you imagine?” asked my Auntie, the clicking sounds of the needle starting up again.

“Auntie, I don’t know. Maybe I am putting too much sexual stuff out there,” I said.

“Well, at least you know you have a career you could fall back on!”