I pushed the speed dial for Dan. His voice mail answeredand I quickly said, "Can't talk... Okay... Will call tonight."I turned the cell phone off. I d...dn't want him calling backwhile I was with Mark. I touched up my lipstick and ran a combthrough my hair.Back at the table, Mark asked, "Are you still upset over whathappened last Monday?"I think I shocked him when I said, "I'm over that now." Oh," he looked puzzled."Look, what you had done to me without my permission was wrongand I was mad. I've. ” The blonde girl paused and stared at her fork for a moment.“You don’t know what it’s like,” she said, blinking slowly. “It’s like I’m trapped. Sometimes I can tell when it happens. Other times ... There was a night last week when I was suddenly terrified. It happened without any warning, and then, a couple hours later, it was gone. I couldn’t do anything.” She clenched her free hand on her jeans. “I can’t even realize what’s happening to talk myself out of it.”“Does your Quirk ... Um, does. I am trying to earn enough money to buy a used car, so I have decided to become a professional gigolo. I feel that I must charge you $200 for my services. If that is agreeable, please give me the money and I will do everything I can for you."Ruth Jackson was somewhat taken aback by my blunt statements. Nevertheless, she felt she was in great need of my unique services. I was the only man who had ever seemed to care about making sure that she enjoyed sex, and she would do almost anything to keep. So we dressed to be seen in our most elegant clothes that we had. My best, of course, was as skimpy as I could get away with.I turned up in a red silk dress. The dress was held up with two separate laces, knotted together at the back of my neck. The fabric started just above my breasts and went all the way down to cover about 15 centimeters under my buttocks and vulva. The back of the dress was completely open and the fabric started just above my buttocks. And for this night, I wore a red.