Jerome was sitting in the lone chair. On his left was a mirrored wall. Jerome understood what the mirror was for, too. There would be someone watching...him from beyond that two-way mirror. He automatically pulled his sense of self in, much like a turtle retreating into its shell.“I would sure like to know how you do that,” a conversational voice said behind him, from the corner opposite the mirror.Jerome’s head snapped around to see a nondescript man, a little over six foot, and about. ‘I just thought you might want to know, you know, to make sure your windows and curtains were closed.’ David suggested. Another silence persisted, until finally, I burst out laughing. It was the only thing I could do. A million thoughts and visions went racing through my mind, he can see, what was I doing, sleeping, masturbating, oh my god, I was masturbating, and yelling out, and screaming, and writhing around, and masturbating….was my curtain open? My window? Where the hell is his house? How. ‘Yes, you deserve to know the wholestory. Perhaps you should get comfortable.’I sank to the floor again. Clodagh gestured, and aportion of it formed into a shape somewhat like a chair.Pretty neat trick. I sat.Clodagh started speaking. ‘When I was young yourancestors lived in caves. Moire is younger, but is stillover a thousand of your years old. There are few of usleft, since the great bargain was struck and magic leftyour world, and those that remain need men such as youto. What I see is a real cheap whore . The next thing I do is get out on the streets . My friends dropped me off at a whore neighborhood . So there I was , leaning against a wall in a street where all the prostitutes were walking and trying to get some clients . I was really nervous . It was pretty cold too . After an hour a car stops in front of me and he opens his window . He signs for me to come to his car and so I do . He was a normal looking guy , somewhere age 38 and he asked me how much for.