I thought about her all weekend, and was glad to go to work Sunday afternoon. I needed work to occupy my mind. We exchanged a few friendly text messa...ges on Monday, only light chat, nothing serious. I was still having second thoughts about renewing our relationship. Wednesday night she called me at work about seven. When I heard her voice dread gripped my gut. “Mike, I want to see you,” she said. “Okay, sure. Do you want to have dinner again?” “I was thinking tonight, when you finish work.” . Whatever damages it causes accrues. Prostitutes age faster. Whatever bitterness you feel, whether inwardly or towards the rest of humanity, particularly men, and I think inner and outer are the same, will continue to get worse.”“You’ve seen it?”“I have. Mostly in old street whores and those who work in whore houses. My ex-wife did some articles on prostitution. Mostly on runaways that get lured into the life. But also the result. Years after. I helped the research.”“By being a john?”“Sort of.. She now prefers watching cartoons. So I suggested toVinny that he should see the older episodes to start and get a handleon what was happening. He watched several episodes in a row.While he was watching I noticed that he didn't sit properly (ladylike)for the skirt he was wearing. He was dangerously close to showing thecrotch of his pantyhose. I told him after dinner that he should keep anotice of how the women in the programs he now watched would sit andwalk and try to emulate them while he. She carefully looked around and tried to find any evidence of what he might have left for her sister.Nick, having kept pace behind her now stood in the doorway, his thoughts unable to stabilize. He watched intently as Monica looked around the room.She turned and glared at him once again, “What did you leave her? Where is it? Tell me, damnit!”Nick sheepishly looked up into her searing green eyes, “Please, can you just let it go?” he pleaded in a quiet tone.Monica took a second look at the bed.