I mean, she didn't call it that. She described what she did as being a 'party girl,' never anything else." I was stunned. "Did her husband know about ...er being a prostitute - I mean a party girl?" I asked. "I don't think so, at least not before they were married. He may know now, I don't know. I was the only one she told about it at the time, though. She said she got into it through a friend and only worked on weekends so she could study and stay in school. Some weekends she said she made. I clipped on some big hoop earrings, put on a thick leather studded choker and sat to lace up my boots, I went with knee-high boots today, they were high platforms with an eight-inch heel. I had gotten custom-made ones with a vinyl finish and a rear zip, thin steel core stiletto heel with a pointed tip at the toe. I took some silicone spray and proceeded to shine my latex gloves, dress, corset and leggings until they were a high gloss black.Finally ready, I walked to the full-length mirror in. 'Good night was it?' he asked 'Nah' I said 'Was pretty dire and was full of couples''Oh' he said 'a good looking guy like yourself? Not going home with a hot man tonight eh?'I thought to myself 'ffs is everyone gay in this dam town?'I replied 'Nah no one was really my type, if you're into 18 year old camp over the top queens, then yeah I guess you'd be getting laid tonight, but I'm not I'm into real men''What do you mean by real men?' he asked.I replied 'As in over 50 bear/daddy types, hairy. I don't want to hear ANY shit from them." She decided, since a car was approaching, to put her words to task. She skinned off her shirt, and went over to hug the nearest of the boys. She was appreciating that HE wasn't wearing a shirt, either. He was just a little taller than she was, and she put a lip lock on him like she was going for the gold. The man that was driving looked, but never slowed down. She backed off and looked at him for a second. "LEM?" He nodded to her. "You got more than.