But that was tough shit. I was entitled to my own life. I was sure that Vanessa had other escorts she handled. I never thought for a second that I was... her only one. In fact, I was surprised she hadn't incorporated in some way. She could start a "personal services" agency and keep things above board, but the forms and regulations, not to mention the taxes, didn't encourage going legit. On Monday I kept my usual lunch date with Vanessa. She appeared to be in a very good mood. I was hoping I. You are reacting to that danger by being tough. Last night, you wanted to know that I was as tough as you,” Oscar said.“I don’t think so,” Georgia said thoughtfully.She recalled her demands for violence without understanding what was driving her to it. She had bullied him into performing rough and brutal sex. Such brutality wasn’t really in his nature. Thinking about it, she realized that she had forced him into taking her with that level of violence. After a minute she said, “Maybe I wanted to. So not all the time. Just once a day, from Wednesday to Sunday.We also had a lot of apologising to do to my dad, a decent guy whose wife and daughter have gone out of fucking control. I love my dad, and I sensed I might have gone too far with the coke and Darryl. He seemed very, very, very OK with me kneeling on the floor in front of him, looking up with big eyes and saying “Daddy, I’m sorry”, while my open top 2 buttons made it pretty obvious I’d now had my nipples pierced.Saying “sorry” is. What if Simone was hurt or worse? Should I call the police? Should I have called them a minute ago, right after Simone left to follow the third man? (You see, I thought to myself, The Third Man? I’m back to movie titles with the number three in them!) Then a figure came running around the corner. The figure was Simone. Words suddenly left me. When she got to me she matter-of-factly asked, “You OK?” I wanted to say some kind of witty remark – or even something caring – but nothing came to me..