"No." I say. I stand up from where I have been sitting in a chair and I start to pace. I will get an annulment and search the town for help to get out... of here and .... "Blue Eyes. I want to love you. I never wanted anyone as much as you. You are so beautiful." He traces my lips with his index finger and I flinch as if he is a dirty beggar boy. He laughs low and grabs me to his hard body. "I don't have to deal with you." I snarl. His eyes are fire and I can see the passion in them. His mouth. I worked according to my own will and there was no pressure or deadline. With the pay being handsome, that was a comfortable life that I was living.But, I feel, things would be still better if this trade was legalized. It will give a tight slap to this outdated society. ‘Gigolo’ isn’t a job title. Many male escorts, including myself, will use the term in reference to our profession. More often than not, such use is the easiest way to clarify that our clients are women -– that we are. ” “Okay. Well, if you change your mind...” “Thanks, Kendra.” “You’re welcome. You need to get out more. I don’t understand the fascination with the ‘net, but we were talking about it in a tutorial the other day. Lot’s of people meet others that way, apparently. You have to be careful though. Where did you meet him?” The conversation was veering back onto ground that Elaine wasn’t comfortable sharing. “In a chat room. So, did you have a good time last night? Where did you end. She first handedme a red dress that I took to the bathroom and put on, the dress had ahalter top and the skirt portion seemed to be really wide at the bottom andshort I walked out with it on and Amy looked me over and said I like it butI think you would need to do a lot of shaving to make it look good andlaughed, she then handed me a cream colored dress and said try this onenow, I returned to the bathroom and took of the red dress and pulled thecream colored dress on and attempted to zip it up.