She was wearing a short puffed sleeve pale pink blouse and a tan skirt that came to mid-thigh. The blouse was translucent and he could make out a lace...camisole underneath. Her bangs were teased up and the rest of her hair fell free. Unlike she wore for class. In the three months he had known her, she had never worn pants or slacks. It was always dresses or skirt and blouse combinations. He wondered if she even owned sneakers. She always wore either high heeled sandals until the weather got too. Now I can use the same skills to actually help people's lives."What about you?" He asked. "How did you come to be in this..." He realised what he was saying. "No. Forget I asked. It's none of my business."Nicole laughed even louder at his discomfort. "It's okay. I don't mind," she said. "I do it because I like sex and the money is good. Don't pay too much attention to what the moral crusaders say. We're not all victims."It was good to hear that, but Jack did wonder if she was saying it for his. I browsed the suits and looked around to see if anyone was watching. It looked empty and I walked in the lingerie section for the first time. My heart was beating so fast as I was surrounded by racks of bras and endless stacks of panties. I want to look at everything but was I so nervous. I found a pair of lacy white panties by Maidenform that I really liked. The problem was I didn't know my size. I held them up and heard a voice behind me say "Can I help you find something"? My face flushed. Somehow.I'm vaguely conscious of your presence. It does not fill my head like it's supposed to. The fire's been reduced to a spark that needs to be fanned. Even when I look up into your dark eyes, it's a struggle to recognise the passion, compassion and primal lust in them. I miss your eyes. I miss your gaze. It gives me my worth, and I need to feel worthy today more than ever.Shutting my eyes, I shift slightly in my bonds. The cloth that binds my wrists to the old metal bed-frame does not.