I have had clients come to my door swearing that this visit will be their first and last, only to become the most constant of regulars. Others come an... make all sorts of promises about their longevity as my employer, and come only a few times. I have bragged in my more whimsical moments, that not a single client came only once. Double entandre intended. My reign as a courtesan is rather different than most. As I mentioned above, I was born to wealth and title, using both to their most natural. I mean, we are all going to be teammates this year, so we should be able to share and share alike, don’t you agree Melody?” Both of them came into the kitchen and took Beth into their arms for a warm embrace.I interrupted this tender moment with a question. “What do you mean you’re all going to be teammates?”“Well,” said Jane, “Beth will be joining my team this season for the next racing season, and Melody will be transferring up to the UW for the fall, and will ride for both their club team. “You know you were the best boyfriend I ever had,” she said as I pull out on the freeway. Don’t care, is what I thought, “Mmm-hmm” is what I said. “I would give anything to have you back.” “The only thing you’re ever going to get from me sweetheart is fucked in the ass,” it was meant as an insult, to shut her up. “Ok,” was what she said. From the back seat I hear her shifting around a few seconds later a pair of panties hit the rearview mirror. “This ass?” she asks, I glance in the mirror and. .. I gave you a couple, papi. Reggie and me. I’m sorry that I didn’t ... show you the anklet ... or my tattoos, one of which was your name, another was his. Yours was a tramp stamp, marking me as your property for life. I kept it, didn’t get rid of it. I put his on my finger to show that he was ... and is ... wrapped around it.“I’m sorry ... I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you ... explain it ... that I just ... assumed that you could read my mind and know my intentions! Come on, baby ... keep.