"This just reminds me of a conversation that I just had a few days ago with Anthony," he explained. "We had almost the exact same conversation."Rochel...le squinted her eyes in an attempt to read her husband's thoughts."So, Anthony thinks you should go back to cooking, too?" she asked."No, no," he responded with a chuckle. "That wasn't it."She tilted her head to the side and gave him a curious look."Okay," she said, "then what was that conversation about?" Never mind," he responded. "Dinner is. He wanted more and he loved for me to call him Daddy. This was our fifth meeting in as many days and he had told me that sex was not very frequent at home with his wife, Beatrice. I had met with him five days in a row, after his first call to hire me, and I’m glad he enjoyed spending the money to meet me at the hotel, since I truly enjoyed him fucking me. I was charging him to let him do what he wanted and for me to fulfill his sexual fantasies. When he had found out that I was a porn star and. Would he be satisfied with me? How would he react if he knew I'm not a real girl? Too late for that now, as he arrived right on time. I put out my hand to greet him but he completely ignored that and hugged me. I admit it felt wonderful how he held me in his strong arms like a man holds his girl. "Meghan, right? Damn girl you are just... wow!" Mark stuttered, seemingly at a loss for words."Thank you that's sweet." That was all I could say as I looked down and blushed.Mark was a handsome guy. He. It's hard, Renee... It's damned hard. I never thought it would be this hard. I need time... I just need time," he whispered."Bullshit, John," Irene retorted, but quietly this time. "That's bullshit and you know it. The only way that you're going to be able to get over the split with Esther is for you to reenter the human race." She saw John flinch, but continued. "Johnny, please. Just come for dinner, that's all. All I'm asking now is that you come for dinner. It's Saturday, John. I know that.