Thank you very much, whore, have a nice life!Fast forward: Three weeks ago, my doorbell rings. I answer it. There's a gorgeous redhead on my front ste.... "Daddy!" she exclaims, wrapping her arms around my neck, snuggling into me. "I finally FOUND you!"I invited her in, my predatory mind already thinking what I was gonna do to that luscious young body. (Hey, it's not like we bonded or anything: Here was an eager young woman in my house, gushing over me. My dong began to stiffen.)She had photos. .. thanks," she said in a small voice, one that was a bitdeeper than what she was used to hearing from herself. "I mean, I havethought about what it would be like to... er... be equipped this way.Still..." Right. I knew that. I mean, why do you think my bosses sent me here?Speaking of which, if they contact you, please put in a good word for me.Right?" She nodded wordlessly, still in a daze. He got up and wenttoward the door. "Sorry," he told her. "I can only do so. Giannopoulos had advised that should any customer be desperate enough to prefer Irene's company to that of "his girls", then she would be under obligation to provide it. Irene was therefore doing her best to make certain that such a situation never arose.But it was more likely, Tina thought, that the woman was simply dowdy."Can we set the mutual admiration society aside for a minute", Irene suggested icily, "and get down to business." She instructed the girls to sit down.Tina obeyed, perching. At one point she smiled and licked her lower lip slowly with her tongue and I was ready to get out of there. Still, people gathered around me, making small talk about how they liked a certain poem or how a poem reminded them of some other poem they loved. I was patient but still anxious to be out of there and be with Hannah.Finally, everyone left and Hannah came up to me as I put my book and folder of new poems into my little brief case.You're quite the poet," she said. "I love how you read..