Not as unique as some might think, but very, very special. Soon some of the things that make me what I am will make it difficult for me to return ther...."Chris could only shake his head, not believing I could be so cold, since that was how he interpreted it. He was still thinking of this in terms of personal relationships, which was the problem."Chris, are you familiar with the word 'zeitgeist'?" Sure, as much as most folks, I supposed. It has to do with a people's intellectual and cultural. In the past 2 weeks, I had been a telephone repairman, and a doctor, I had even been a rapist for one of the darker ones. I actually was having the time of my life, and didn't mind laying afterwards with my arm around them until they fell asleep, before sneaking back out. The cash didn't hurt either, I was pulling in an extra hundred a week, and the rent was paid. The only aspects that bothered me was the way I had been manipulated by Bonnie, and that I didn't see an exit strategy.I stepped. The number of ones and twos she'd had to award. And the zeros! When it was sex in only the most technical sense. But it still counted. That was the main thing. It might be crap, but it was clothes off, genitals in place, and a bit of sweat. But it counted.Inevitably, the best sex came from her colleagues. They were after all professionals. They knew what to do and they knew how to give pleasure. And they were the lucky ones who got the chance to do it again, even though it didn't count against. As she exited the stairwell doorway, she noticed a man standing near the elevator, but thought nothing of it. She tried not to make eye contact with the man, and neither spoke to the other. She passed him without delay, walked quickly to her room and, as she entered the room, noticed the man looking down the hallway to see where she had gone.By the beginning of her second show of the evening, Connie had managed to work herself up into a really bad mood. There was no real basis for it; it was.