Rebuilding the Mainstage

Damn that prostitute. Damn that whore for taking my hard earned dollars. The dollars that she will continue to take from me. The life she has drained from me and continues to drain. Damn her for that pretty dress she wears to hide the fact that despite her beauty she is still empty and soulless. I should have known this had all the markers of an illicit relationship. But I had closed my eyes and went for the kiss when things got hot.

But at the moment, I sit condemned in an open-ended sentence. Convicted of a crime I unwittingly committed for the whispers of the good-intentioned. But a man has every right to face his accusers does he not?