I am also careful about keeping my profession a secret amongst my social circle, worried about the censure and isolation that a revelation might bring... I remember how a distant friend, who was in a similar profession, had to resort to intense medication to treat depression as his family has disowned him upon learning about his job.I get to hear about such stories often, but it’s an occupational hazard we have to live with. Independent gigolos like me are not many. The majority of the ‘G-Men’. As it had turned out, he had wasted a lot of money because of his prideful refusal to move in with Lois, even temporarily, after he'd been discharged from the hospital. Well, it was OK to "move in" with her now -- he was just there temporarily.Any of his possessions not needed in New York could be left behind with Lois. His scant wardrobe, and anything else he had to have with him, could be taken by train, two days hence. It would mean some heavy tipping at both railroad stations, and a likely. Later we met at a get together when she came with my friend and that’s when we exchanged numbers and we were in constant contact.Nisha was a very pretty girl, not very tall, she didn’t have much of a breast but she has beautiful curves and a wonderful derriere, she had some baby fat which made she awesome to hold. So she used to call me to discuss my friend and how she was being cheated by him and how she was in an abusive relationship with him. Since I was already heartbroken, we used to talk. He told us of his day and looked at us. “Let’s just relax and watch a movie for a while,” he said. He got up and put a movie in which began to play and it was sexy stuff: A woman is alone in her room when her boyfriend arrives; they have small talk and they are both sexy and start feeling each other and removing clothing. Soon she had his pants down and his big dick standing straight up as she was feeling all over him; him rubbing her head and ears. I took the first step, Varda watching.