”“Ummm… No, I’m not!”“Diane, what is wrong with you?”“Nothing is wrong with me, Mom! Tom and I are just friends. There’s nothing wro...g with that.”“Well, no. There’s nothing wrong with that, I guess. You should at least be friends with benefits, if you ask me though. Tom sure has some BIG benefits!” Brenda said and then shivered. “Oh my! Mmmmm.”“Mother. We need to change the subject. That’s quite enough of that talk!”We finished up dinner almost in silence. Although I have to admit that I was. The differences between a prostitute and an escort are volume and value. A prostitute gets paid by the trick, and so tries to turn as many tricks as quickly as possible. Sometimes this turns into on-going relationships with her “regulars,” but most of the time it’s a matter of getting him off and out as quickly as possible.An escort, on the other hand, is selling an experience. She will often go to an important dinner, dressed to the hilt, and wearing expensive (rented) jewelry, then go back to. "Then I laughed, it did sound weird having someone putting it that way. "I don't even think it was his truck, honestly. It was like this big moving truck and when I walked by, he lifted up the back door and asked me if I wanted to buy a purse." Jeez, you're lucky he didn't murder you instead." She told me and then flashed a smile."For a purse, that was a chance I was willing to take." I said heroically."You are so funny." She chuckled and then put her hand out to me. "I never got your name. I'm. I could see the sense of happiness in their face of watching my wife. I remembered the days when I used to peep into others houses and the type of enjoyment we used to get in seeing that way. Suddenly I had an idea and it was to show off my wife to the two guys. After shower I came out and went to the kitchen and said to my wife darling lets have food outside today and asked her to put on the green saree and blouse she had just opened up as she was looking pretty sexy in this dress and she.