” She blushed at forgetting the obvious, and took a step closer toward Nick.He stood up from the bench and turned around, trying to keep himself bus...y with his gear so it wouldn’t be that obvious that he was hitting on her. Jessica. It was a pretty name. Cute, not sexy. Nick couldn’t stand trashy, slutty girls—they were just never his thing. Though part of him was a romantic, another part of him loved the pure, raw, gritty aspects of sex. It wasn’t like he enjoyed using women, rather he. Come out early on Saturday to the bay area. I’m sure Eddie won’t need a babysitter for a couple days.”“Fuck you,” said Eddie.“None of that,” Joe said, gesturing to the kids.“Sorry. We’ll be fine. But I better talk to Belle.”“Her cousin seems cool last I heard. Just has her working her ass off as long as she’s here.”“I think she should just quit,” said Cheryl. “I’m going to help you guys line up a gig or two in Seattle, then probably LA. Then...”“What?”“Uhm ... Maybe England?”“Fucking England?. But Christ the sight he got of her was well worth it, he thought as he passed his hand vaguely over the floor, seeking the elusive little pastries. Never for a moment taking his eyes in a direction which would inhibit the direct line of sight to the tops of Charlotte's creamy, shaking thighs and the delicate Y shaped creases marking her secret little recess beyond them. Remarkable. If anything, he thought, she looked more like a Virgin Goddess now, half naked and willingly, silently exposing. Not attractive, the usual word, but charming. I messaged him to elaborate.“He was thoughtful, and was very clear that an exploited sex worker didn’t appeal to him. But if she was reasonably proud of what she did, he could celebrate that. As he put it, such a person didn’t send the mixed messages of so many women.“Eventually, I gave him my phone number -- it was very expensive for me to call from Canada to the US. We’d get to talking after I was on the street, which was late his time. He didn’t.