It s Not Prostitution Ch 04
The police officers dropped me off at the Western Promenade. It was a good place to part ways. It was far enough from the South Walk so that they’d have no reason to ask why I was going there, yet close enough so that I wouldn’t have to spend the rest of the night traveling on foot. It was close enough as well to condominiums like the Escalades, places that were all prim and proper, that aided to quell suspicions. That and it was a public place, one where I could hide in the midst of the...