DENSITY OF FIVE DOLLARS

The amount, five dollars,  fifty nine years later seems like "nada", but were enough money to pay for the transportation between Guayama and Ponce. I needed the money so I put up with the sexuality. Was I raped? Not really. I knew that sex was going to be part of the bargain and he was not the only one from whom I received money for a sexual act. What was different was the place and kind of sex. The rest were allowed to give me a blow job, and nothing else. Not with him.  I would have rather spent the night talking with him without the sex.  He wanted to posses me. He did not. By keeping our sensations completely apart, the ch'ull mass was not to be integrated between the two of us. The five dollars made the difference.