Technically my profession was ‘escort’, although I think the term ‘companion’ is much classier and also more accurate. It’s almost impossibl... for me to know what someone means when they ask me, “How did you get into this?”Are they asking me the story of how I met my agent? Could they be interested in how I acquired the skills to even be qualified to work for my agent in the first place? Then there is the possibility that they are wanting to know how I acquired the mindset to pursue the path. "Just like every other day, you've changed into those filthy clothesagain," she said, turned her nose up at the sight of my faded oldsweatshirt and joggers.Glancing over her shoulder I suddenly noticed that I had left the nurserydoor open and the skirt and blouse were in full view where I had leftthem on the bed, if she turned around now I would be done for."Do you want a cup of tea love?"I said a little breathlessly trying to steer her back towards the stairs,but she wouldn't have any of. She said, "Daddy. what happened?"I replied, "Sweetheart, I can't say anything to you right now. If you have any questions, you have to ask your mother."She said, "But, daddy, whenever we go to talk to her she said she made a really big mistake and starts crying. What did she do, dad, what did she do?"I just shook my head."God, dad, we want you home so bad. Please come home. Please!"I said, "Sweetheart, I can't do that right now. I know you have some idea about me fighting with some other guys.. Frankie closed the slightly scratched Plexiglas cover and hit the start button. The base seemed to magically mold tightly around the caseWhat the fuck is that thing moving over my phone? Is Frankie short for Frankenstein?Maybe it was... As I watched, my phone was moved all over the place as the huge 4k UHD monitor blinked a few times. Soon it switched to a view of the phone’s circuit board so detailed that I could see tiny divots from microscopic air bubbles in the flux or solder. On a smaller.