I held the small box in my right hand as I hid it behind my back. Then I turned around. Becca was facing me. She had a concerned look on her face. ...I tried to speak to her, but I struggled to find the words. “What is it?” she repeated. “Come on, you can tell me.” It was now or never. I stared into Becca's eyes as I spoke directly to her. “There's... there's something that you should know,” I told her. Becca gasped as I got down on one knee and revealed the box. Then I opened it. A. It started slowly and then gained force behind it, blowing the autumn leaves across the streets, bringing up dust and natural debris from the earth. Some people were shielding their eyes from the flying earth-bits, but I wasn't. Thank goodness for that. If I had shielded my eyes then I would not have seen the show you put on, love. I saw a rogue newspaper going flying past my ankles as I walked the streets, admiring the fine autumnal day we had been blessed with. I felt the strength of the wind. The woman had long, dark hair and striking eyes. For a hooker she was very beautiful. More a model than a streetwalker. But that's what she was.She began to undo my tie but I stopped her. "Can we just talk for a minute?" Just talk?" she raised an eyebrow. "It's expensive; I get paid either way." Fine." I lay the five hundred dollar bills on the Days Inn night stand."But we can at least get comfortable, can't we?" she purred, removing her dress in one clean sweep. Now she was only in her bra and. "I bent over, gathered the bottom of my dress in my hands and raised it up, showing her my stocking-covered legs. She said "higher" and I lifted it until I felt the fresh air on my bush. She said, "Hmmm, now that looks lovely. Stay like that and open your legs. I want a closer inspection."I watched her as she knelt down in front of me and I felt her kissing the top of my bush. I felt her hands between my legs. I felt her put pressure on my inner thighs to open my legs; I did and as I did, I.