The woman was getting closer and I was truly becoming nervous. It was most likely an illusion; my mind was desperate to escape from reality. But the f...igure kept coming ever closer. I could feel the panic setting in already. She stopped about 20 feet in front of me. She looked and rubbed her eyes and then looked again, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing either. Neither could I, if that gave her any comfort. I blinked twice and she was still there.“Chris?” she asked, her voice was. Have you ever had a hooker?" I thought you preferred escort." Right. A whore by any other name..." No I never have." Most of them suck at it. They don't know how to please and don't care. Guys get their rocks off but seldom return. It's quick money for unskilled labor. The few with skills tend to become very popular and nine times out of ten they burn out. They get their stake and run like a successful bank robber. Maybe when things get tight again like a robber they might get back in. Then. Without saying much, we all opened the bottles and toasted. I broke the ice and said “to new friends.” It definitely made the room a more pleasant place.We took a break from studying and finally got to know each other. The girls were both softball players on scholarship and had known each other before coming to college. We had finished off the six pack, and me not being a big drinker; was starting to feel the beer. On one of the girl’s trips to the bathroom another 6 pack was picked up,. Maybe we could do it then."July 27I went to Dr. Anderson's home for supper tonight, since my parents are out of town for three days. I met her husband, whose real name I can't begin to pronounce. He said I should just call him Nick. He is originally from the country of Greece, but he has lived here since he was a teenager. He is tall, has hair that is as black as coal, and a physique that shows only muscles. And did I mention that he is about the handsomest guy I have ever seen. I knew why I.