Back home, Stephanie would have been told to 'fuck off', or called a 'bitch'. Not had a tongue stuck out at her. This town had to be festering back in...the sixties. After climbing through the window, I stood looking at the spider web encased hallway covered in graffiti from the many years of being abandoned. I took out the flashlight that I had stashed in the deep pocket of my coat and flicked it on, shining a beam up and down the hallways.Patricia was next through the window and she held it. At least I liked to imagine it was for my benefit. Most of the procedures that I carried out were for women in their forties who felt they were missing something from their lives, and that this could be their last opportunity. Seldom were they this young, or beautiful, or fascinating. I breathed out slowly and as quietly as I could as the pale silhouette shimmered along with the light from outside. My heart was pounding as the curves of the Contessa's breasts had their shadows thrown on the. About 20 minutes later the door bell rang and I opened the door to rebecca, seeing how hot she was in her pictures was nothing to seeing her standing infront of me, she was truly breath taking, wearing a tight little black dress that hugged her cute little figure, I could tell she was wearing nothing under it.I invited her in and said it was my first time with a escort and wanted to now should I pay now, she smiled saying she would take the money then we can get started, I handed the money over. I got her a PBR and then asked:"What's up?" Have you talked to Cara lately?" No. Why do you ask?" She's pretty much a basket case since you broke your engagement and I'm worried about her. Did you know that she left the Wagon Wheel in tears after seeing you with that girl you had with you?" No I didn't, but so what? She has no claim on me any more." Maybe not as far as you are concerned, but she wants to have claim to you. You were not supposed to be there with that girl last night." You need.