I'll ... never ... please ... don't hurt me. I'll even start earning my way like you wanted me too." then she started to cry.I hugged her even tighter...to me and then leaning over I kissed her softly on the cheek, "I'm not mad at you honey and I'm not going to hurt you. I'll never hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise. Okay?"Through her tears she looked up at me and I could tell she was very confused. "Really?"Really." I responded hugging her again. "Now put that crap down and then. "I need to wash up," I point-blank stated.He lashed out slapping me hard across the face. My head snapped back and my cheek burned. It wasn't the first time a guy had hit me but I was taken by surprise at how quickly he had moved and how hard he had slapped me."Don't talk unless I ask you a question, bitch," was all he said.I rubbed my cheek, remained silent, and nodded my head, I understood. I understood he hadn't been putting on an act for Jim; he was that mean. Looking at his eyes was like. They were sitting in a high trafficarea. George was nervous and kept a constant lookout for someone whomight have discovered his disguise. He seemed to be a magnet forattention, lust from the men and what appeared to be envy from the woman.Even their scantly glad waitress did not seem to take notice and keptrefereeing to him as her.Crystal tuned the conversation back to her companion. Once he started toopen up, she found that he was a retired professional football player.He had been with the. I quickly did my make up and then chose my street hooker`s outfit.I put up on a black crotch less thong, followed by black crotch less stockings. I then put on my skanky white and black mini skirt which only went half way down my thighs. I did not wear a bra and put on a semi see through white button up blouse which fitted tightly to my body. I completed my outfit by putting on hooker knee high boots which came up to just above my knees. Looking at myself in the mirror I definitely looked like.