"You naughty girl," she says as her towel falls to the floor. "Aren't yougoing to invite me in?"I watch as she gets in the tub and soon she is between...my legs. We beginto make out and I begin to moan as she kisses my neck and shoulders asher finger slips into my vagina. Unfortunately, I snap back to realityas the real Courtney knocks on the door."What are you doing in there?" she calls out. "It's almost 4."Wow, I can't believe I've been in here for almost an hour. I call out totell her I'm. My grandmother’s London townhouse became our new home and we bedecked the place as befitting a rich member of London’s Elite. An entire wing of the upstairs was for my work as a courtesan. But unlike nearly every other courtesan we had ever heard of, I catered exclusively to women. Some were students from school, namely the very rich women I had deflowered who had since married old rich men who could not pleasure them. Others were women who had made the right discrete inquiries to find me. A. ... Wait, what about Suzi." "I can take care of myself, thank you." Suzi said coming back out of the bathroom. Joey's and my dicks started to rise again from Suzi's naked form walking towards us. "No, No," Suzi said as she got on the bed. "Please, don't get up," she giggled. "You know... I'm kinda bushed. What time is it Tim?" Joey asked. "Let me check..." I said as I reached out to find someone with a watch or clock near by. "Ten thirty seven," I said, reading it through the eyes of a cook.. She started a year after me. Then she ended up at Columbia School of Journalism while I was there. The big city proved a major temptation and she quit. We lost track of each other for a few years, especially when I quit Columbia because of a lack of funds and moved to Berkeley to establish residency and finish my Masters. We're as different as day and night, but somehow enjoyed each other's company. I think I helped to ground her a bit. She's really quite brilliant, but utterly undisciplined.