Once all the other places close, then we’ll get all the business. Simple, no?’ I turned away from the fast frosting window. I didn’t want to go ...ome, really. Papa Mezito’s Pizza & Tacos was well heated from the oven and well lit from the heating lamps. Both of which, my apartment was not. Plus, there were people here to talk to, people here I wanted to talk to. Another thing my apartment didn’t have. I tapped the glass pensively, trying to draw his attention away from the phone bank and towards. "Byrne woke up under a tree in the park, with his face in a pile of leaves. He was awake in a second, feeling the energy surging through him. He looked at his watch – it was seven in the morning, which meant he'd been asleep for two hours. He hated that he'd wasted the time, but the sleep had refreshed him – and he was two years younger. He looked on his hands, and saw no bruises from the bar fight. Everything had healed. He went over to the little pond nearby and looked at his face in the. I was wearing a white gypsy skirt and white lace tanktop when he walked in, took one look at me and claimed me as his. He and I began to hang out after school and work, his humor and kindness drawing me to him. His blue eyes shined seductively the afternoon he picked me up from work. I was wearing the same white gypsy skirt and tanktop that is my uniform, my silver bangles bouncing on my wrist as he came up the porch and hugged me. He asked me if I wanted to go somewhere with him. A surprise,. It was then that Beth revealed the nature of her line of work. She worked as a woman of the night in an establishment called Caesar’s Retreat, in Kings Place; just off Kings Way. Beth asked me if I was interested in part-time work there as there was a steady turnover of working girls at Caesar’s. The place was also affiliated with an escort agency as well that catered to politicians, businessmen and overseas diplomats. Beth said on some occasions that you could earn $2,000 a night. I gasped and.