Part-Time

In my eyes she was just a prostitute. All the reasons, the past, the circumstances, and most of all the fact that she only did it part-time, didn't matter to me. "You talk too much, you know?" she said quickly, almost painlessly. I drew in a breath with my tongue pressed between my teeth. The airflow must have pulled some invisible pin. I wanted to say something back, to answer the insult, but I couldn't.