I went to mine for a shower and after dressing I headed toward the kitchen, intending to go milk Elsie before finding something to eat. Janet was way ...ahead of me. She was already in the kitchen fixing breakfast. She even let me sit at the table while she cooked this time but the conversation was still slim to none.I took care of the dishes again after the meal and Janet returned to the bedroom I guess. She hadn't dressed before breakfast, cooking in her robe and house shoes. Did I mention how. " She plopped down on the bed and rested her chin on her fists, her elbows on her knees.I took a moment to inspect the tableau in front of me. Every drawer on Mom's dresser was open, some with clothes hanging out of them. Her closet door was open and bare hangers hung haphazardly or were scattered on the floor. Her suitcase was open in the middle of the bed. I stepped towards the bed and peered in. It was empty except for some basic toiletries. Oh, and a pair of socks.I was standing close. I tried to tell him that I advertise in the Body Rub section and not the Escort section but he didn't seem to understand. I mean, yeah, I am fucking one of my clients for money, but I'm not a Total Whore! Hopefully, he'll disappear. But that's not what I want to talk about. On this particular Wednesday, I got a text from someone who said she was a woman, and that she wondered if I did outcalls to hotels? Mark had suggested that outcalls could be an option for me, as long as it was a nice hotel. " He leaned purposefully forward from his chairfor emphasis. Concerned that his words seemingly had little effect on the restoredcountenance of the female before him, he further menaced his baritone and sternlysaid, "Consider the rapes and beatings you have already received just the beginningof more to come. All leading to your execution on the cross." Looking at theoverweight dungeon assistant with his silly armor bracing the prisoner he puzzled. "Despitethe split lip and other bruises she.