The Introduction Into Prostitution
Graham had farewelled his wife at the airport, she was going to be away for two weeks, holidaying with an old school friend. He pulled in to a shopping strip for he wanted to post a letter and just as he sent the letter on its merry way to the bottom of the postal box, he heard his named called. He turned around. The woman was well into middle age and there was a touch of recognization but not enough to him to greet her; that hesitation bought a comment from the woman. "You don't recognize me...