She asked, “Have you given Escort’s ad on the net?”I said, “Yes Madam. I do work as male escort. I have the potential to satisfy any female. Y...u can give me one opportunity and I assure you that I will satisfy you.”I was speaking on the cell making sure the lady on the right was also listening to it with rapt attention. This was a kind of bait to her.The lady on phone said, “How much do you charge for one night? When are you free? When can you come? What is your size?”I replied, “The rates are. Just this once. The thought of it…the danger….it makes me so wet”. You reach up and kiss me gently on the mouth, your tongue escaping and snaking softly between my lips. “Please,” you whisper into my open mouth. I pull you to me and return the kiss, but nervously looking down to the street for the enquiring faces that will surely be looking at us. Nobody even glances. I release your arms and you begin to move again, your fingers opening button after button until there are no more. Your fingers. " She told me, "And I want you to wear no hat when we go for your doctor’s visit tomorrow."I was dreading the doctors visit because the last time my useless clit had been examined it had caused me pain, it had been lifted free of its hood, griped by small forceps, squeezed, tugged, eve twisted, I had endured a skin sample being scraped off its tip with a wooden spatula and had it suctioned and tweaked, all to see how I responded and how much blood flowed to it. I had gone through all this naked. It was just a box, made out of pine because I couldn’t afford to practice on expensive wood. And when I met him, he was everything I imagined. He was an old man then, you know. Maybe sixty. But he could spin stories about adventures that I ate up like candy. And he’d always leave out just why he was somewhere, or exactly what the secret piece of equipment was that he used to escape from the enemy. You just knew that he was In Like Flint.”Wayne had been holding Judith’s necklace against his.