BLOOD IS THE PRICE PT1
Jenny wasn’t beautiful, her forehead was slightly more pronounced, her cheeks puffy, her lips thinned and her skin difficult to maintain in the heat. However, she did have eyes that moved men to arenas of sensuality that very few women could, and an attitude that would never apologize for it. Jenny understood what many women in her position understood—sex is leverage. Power. Control. On that cold night on Christmas Eve with the wind combing her skin and her hands stashed away in her coat she paused at the door of a pub tucked away in a corner of Lusaka’s biggest shopping mall. Jenny looked at two men heading her direction…and smiled. The men looked at each other as if trying to verify that they were not seeing things. “Will you gentlemen be so kind as to open the door for me, its freezing, I don’t want to expose my hands to the cold.” The men nodded and both reached for the door. After a few awkward seconds of what nearly degenerated into an argument over who would open t