"OK..so, what's your secret?" I said, trying not to appear as reluctant as I actually was. I was ready for a load of advertising BS. I was mildly piss...d off that rather than being actually interested in me, she was apparently seeing me as a marketing prospect for some bogus snake-oil product. Besides, what the hell did I want with some dumb feminine facial cleanser?Again she looked down at the floor. "My secret, Mark, is semen." She looked up plainly with a deadpan 'well there it is' expression. Her friends had reprimanded her for it while she was still shocked about it. And on the coming Monday, her house was to be mortgaged by the bank for her loans.I consoled her, assuring that I was still by her side and would figure out something by Monday. She was still sobbing, I managed to grab her handbag and decided to drop her home myself.While I was driving, she found a small old vodka bottle in her stash and started drinking again, I tried to snatch it from her but she gulped down the left. What’s up?”“Dave! Hi. I have a creative writing exercise to write – a whole story in a thousand words or less; about three pages or less, more or less single-spaced.”“Got a topic?”“I was going to fictionalize the story about Samantha and Savannah and how they tricked you. Of course, I’ll sterilize the sex out of it.”“Oh don’t do that. I think university professors love that kind of stuff.”“Really? This is a middle-age woman.”Dave laughed, “All the more reason. Tell her in a footnote that this. .I'm not sure, I only do people I know," she said to him.I handed her 100 dollars.She took the money and looked at for a few seconds thinking whether she should do it or not, before giving me a big smile saying, "Fine, let's go upstairs."***Before I knew it, we were making our way up the stairs. "You don't talk much do you?" she asked."No," I mumbled to disguise my voice."Shy I take it. I was the same way when I was new to this."She locked the door once we were inside the bathroom. Just as I.