There was an awkward silence for a while until I did something that I hadn’t expected to do. ‘Why don’t you stay over tonight, Sylvia? I don’t...want you to drive if you’ve had a couple of drinks. I’ve got some snacks and more wine. We can usher in that new beginning together.’ I think it surprised Sylvia even more than it surprised me. ‘Thank you, Stan. I’d like that … especially tonight. I feel better now that I’ve told you the truth … or at least the truth as I know it.’ I nodded my. Let me tell you what happened.I was in the room alone on a weeknight. I finished my homework for the night and was lying on my bed reading some magazine. It was around 10PM when Mike came in, after a night of moderate drinking with some of his friends who I didn't know very well at that time. Mike isn't a drinker and neither am I, so I could pick up his buzzed and slightly tipsy condition as soon as he walked in the door.He was in a playful mood and asked if I wanted to talk for a while or go. He sighed,"I just don't know any more. I have no energy, I feel unmotivated, apathetic. I keep setting aside time to work but I just stare at it until I get distracted. I don't go out, I haven't been cooking at all. I just eat cereal and microwave dinners and watch reruns of 90s sitcoms and listen to the same albums over and over and play video games. I haven't seen my friends in a while. I just don't know what I have in common with them anymore. I mean with anyone really-- uuhn."Martin. One guy in particular took my fancy and I arranged for him to come round that night. When I opened the door there was a nicely dressed, 40 something guy standing there. He was ordinary looking and seemed quite relaxed and I was sure that this wasn't his first time paying for services such as these. I'd dressed in a very low cut vest top and a short black skirt and he seemed very happy with what he saw. We went into my room and he handed me the agreed upon amount before sitting on the side of my.