My first whore
When I hired my first whore. She arrived on time. We introduced ourselves, had a beer, and talked trivialities. She was a woman of average height, impeccably dressed, and very young. Blond hair, blue eyes, of great Indian look, extraction I guessed, but hard to say for sure. Her name was Ruby. We quieted and the silence spelled business to come. Finally she said, “You are a very nice man, Andy. “That is true,” I replied “May I see?” I asked, looking at her curvy front & back lines. The beer...