" How much different?" It's hard to describe. A lot of different stuff was running through my mind. The pot altered my thinking some and Jan told me s...me hot stories, so I was wired. But after seeing you in the middle of a daisy chain, I had thoughts of getting even. Then came the guilt feelings of my complicity, and a weird combination of emotions. The love making with Jan was violent and demanding, not tender. Different." Wow, I never thought we'd ever be discussing something like this. Where. Never was. He was the guy that was like a brother to every girl he met. He was the guy that every girl wanted, but was told, “We can just be friends” by so many because they were afraid to get involved with him, even though they knew it would be good. Never understood those girls. They could have had a perfectly good guy. No, instead they went for the bad-ass type that knocked them around. Bryce may have treated the girls he knew that way, but he never treated me like that. . ‘How easily you connect and I became curious about this woman whom my son became so attached to after a short period of time. I want to know you better. That’s why I’d offered to hire you full time, but you already have a steady job.’ Elle continued to look at Ben. He was beginning to worry that he had scared her. To his surprise, she laughed. ‘I appreciate your honesty, Ben,’ she said. ‘Okay, what time tomorrow?’ This time, it was Ben’s turn to laugh. ‘I’ll pick you up say, six-thirty? We can. ”“Sorry.”It was weird talking to my mom about prostitution, yeah we’ve always been close and informal with each other, but this was a new high for us. I was curious how far I could take this. “Do you enjoy it?”“I enjoy being able to keep a roof over our heads.”“So you don’t enjoy the sex?”“It depends. There are men that rock my world and make me feel like a goddess. And there are men I have to grit my teeth and wait for them to finish.” She looked at me and smiled, “you know its great to be.