“This’s my clitoris, it is very sensitive and rubbing it feels very good when I touch it.” She continued to stroke it a couple of t...mes more, then said, “go ahead and touch me if you want.” So I touched her clit-button lightly with my finger, then began to gently stoke her. “How’s that?” I asked after a couple of minutes. “Mmmmm,” She replied, “just a bit harder.” In a second she was starting to pant, breathing very. Hey, a guy has needs!Her blonde hair was mostly down in an effort to look younger—it worked. I got a stiffy, right away.“My god Ruby—you look fantastic!”“Thank you Richard—you look real nice yourself.”I got her keys and we took the Beemer—I knew exactly where I was taking her. She’d sidled right up next to me and put her hand on my thigh as I drove to the nicest place I knew—in the next town over. I stopped and she opened her eyes and said, “Wow—The Rainforest Restaurant, it’s been years since. ” I felt belittled. The following day, mom broke the news to me that she and Ryan were “dating, but nothing more.” She wanted to know if I was okay with it. I told her that I was totally “cool” with it. She was so delighted to hear me say that. Her bight eyes expressed to me that she really liked him. I felt good. I was assisting with my mom’s wellbeing and happiness. Trish, my mom, then informed me that she and Ryan were going out that night at 9:30. I watched as she got ready for him. She. Let me see your photo ID and scan it through my laptop."She handed me her card, as she was required to do by law. I could see the photo on the card was clearly of her. The card said "Sheila Brown, Public Prostitute" and was issued by the State of New York. I swiped it through the scanner. Up popped a summary of her medical history for the last ten years and the date of her most recent medical checkup and most recent vaccinations. She was clear. The name on her card was, of course, a "working.