"Yeah, it's for the money."

Jezebel is probably the strongest woman I've met. I'd watch the coldness in her eyes as she stared at her own naked body in a mirror while she danced and then feel the suffocating warmth of her voice when she talked about her dying son.

Jezebel began dancing three nights a week and every other weekend when she found out her seven-year-old son had a brain tumor. Within weeks the tumor had spread. He was in and out of hospitals every couple of days.

One day you're an accountant, at a desk all day, phone calls, lunch breaks, errands, carpools. The next you're given a $20 bill to sit on a man, press against him, hold him, touch him - until he gets off. Trip.