Jenny ladled a few scoops of the hot stew into a mess tin and tucked in hungrily. This was the first hot meal she had eaten since two days ago, and it... certainly hit the spot. Winter was drawing in and the nights were getting longer and colder. Less time to hunt and forage, more time to sit shivering, wondering whether life would get better or worse.Except tonight she wasn;t shivering. Tonight she was in a warm place with four brick walls around her, a warm meal in her belly, and a real hope. 00 an hour easy, and even a thousand if the guy looks like he has a lot of dough”. I went back to my room and thought about the bartender’s suggestion and I decided to do but only with a handsome older guy. I really have a thing for older men.Well the next day I went to the mall and got my business cards printed. They read Kathy Jensen “Diamond Escorts” Exotic Entertainment for the Discriminating Older Gentlemen”. I went for broke and put another $300.00 on my VISA card for a blue short “fuck. I expected her to break into tears, but she fought to control herself, taking a few deep breaths.“I am Ukrainian. My husband married me only three years ago and brought me to this country. George is a good man. He had provided well for me and my daughter. He loves me is his way and I love him in mine. George expects me to be the perfect little wife and I am.”She turned to me, her eyes pleading. “Please, don’t ask me to do this. I know he is with your wife, but I, I have never been. I hoped I looked good enough for him. I know he always thinksI do, but I wanted it to be objectively true. I wanted the rest of therestaurant to be jealous of him.George's steak arrived, seared on the outside, ruby red in the middle,and juicy enough I that almost regretted my own choice. Don't get mewrong, the fish was moist and flaky and tender, but that steak wasperfect. We chatted and drank and ate our wonderful meal, and I barelyregistered when the candle was taken away with the plates as.