.. I mean..." he ran down, staring again at my lady, radiant in the dying light of the Island sun.I knew the feeling, I'd spent many white nights—yo... know, those nights when you just can't sleep—staring at that photo. The strange thing was my reaction had changed since starting school. My original reaction to my surprise present was disbelief. When I took the backing paper off I could barely believe such a creature as the one I saw was willing to even acknowledge my existence. From there. I had a light afternoon and needed to relax, so I happily said yes. A half-hour went by and we’d not talked about anything more important than the weather. Our lunch had arrived and we’d almost finished it. What had been so important yesterday? I wondered. I decided to get personal…starting with a compliment. ‘That’s a very handsome suit,’ I ventured. I chose the adjective carefully, so as not to make my deep, lustful impulses too obvious. Under her jacket she wore a burgundy V-neck sweater. Is an ‘actress’—paid to do a sex scene in an adult movie—a prostitute?The middle-aged sex workerCinnamon picked me up Tuesday morning ready to get back to work. She had been grinning all day long and wouldn’t say a word about her weekend. She was very interested, though, to know about my discoveries. She’d boxed everything in Georgia’s bedroom and planned to supervise the first Goodwill pickup in the afternoon.I spent the morning watching dirty movies. Georgia had a collection of DVDs, not just. "Stop!" I shouted. She was startled and stopped what she was going to do. "Don't touch her, don't move her. That may be the worst thing you can do. Let me in there so I can check her out and see if we can move her" The rest of the crowd moved back. I knelt down by the small figure on the ground. I first felt her pulse. It was weak and slow. It should have been around 120 but was almost too weak for me to record. I found it at last and counted. It was as slow as my own normal heartbeat. That was.