I glanced towards the small sales counter where a rough looking guy looked bored as he thumbed through a magazine.Going to the counter I asked if he s...ill required a "sales-slut."Reassured that he did, but in a tone that implied that pigs might also fly, I asked a couple of details.He told me that he hadn't been able to fill the position because he really wanted someone who would be prepared to "give the customers a bit of fun as well."I told him that my wife was looking for a part time job.He. Alas, alas, I was the friendly neighborhood whore. Though one thing I noticed, I could not constitute. A whore I was to be, but not your typical prostitute. Each of the men I would bang, an inner conflict I noticed between my yin & their yang. The initial insertion was much to my satisfaction. But my hormones I begged them & I got no reaction. My muscles at ease. A release of rough tensions. Though I seemed to crave more so these glorified attentions. As happy as I was like a newly renewed boy.. " Oh, Mother, I..." Don't worry, my love, nothing is going to happen to me."So she made breakfast, and Helen came back to bed with her daughter. She kissed Moira on the lips, no tongue this time, and hugging her she asked, "Well, whenever you feel like it, explain tomorrow's procedure to me." OK, Mother; you know that I don't approve on keeping these tests secret and to not confide your sickness to your husband," but Helen was determined to keep anything concerning her cancer secret from. She had certainly given no indication that she was in any way open to the idea of making any definitive changes in her lifestyle. He had to face up to some hard realities. Maria carried a lot of negative baggage around with her. Being with her might end up getting him killed, or even worse, arrested and put into jail for being her accomplice. How much was he willing to risk by trying to continue their relationship?Hell, he wondered, was it even a relationship in the first place? They'd been.