Hooking for my Husband
HookingMy husband sat me down at the dining table. He had a serious look on his face as he placed his hand over mine. Pausing briefly he then looked me directly in the eye and blurted out."Will you be an escort girl for a client I'm trying to close a deal with?"Staring at him with disbelief I ran the sentence over in my recent memory to ensure I'd heard him correctly. The request was still rattling inside my head. Will I be an escort? Trying not to look too shocked I responded in an almost glib...