She took a deep breath, and gave the ventriloquist a sharp, pointed stare, right into Benedict's dully eyes. It delighted her to no end that he turned... his face away from her slightly, as though he was afraid of her. Won't even make eye contact, Tejal thought triumphantly. This is going to be a piece of cake... "We can start with why this interview's even happening," Tejal answered confidently. She tugged at the hem of her crimson cocktail dress, pulling it just a little further down the length. After a second of him not talking she smiled. “Am I what you're looking for?”He thought for a moment. He didn't want to in some way offend her, again he had no idea how to handle a prostitute. If they even did get offended. But she could just be some random girl in the street, and it would be horrible if she was and he called her a slut basically.“You don't do this often, do you?” She asked, not waiting for a response. “Well, I charge fifty per hour. And that's just normal stuff.”Fifty an hour. ” I said laughing.“Okay?” came Lexi’s reply.“Are you two done cleaning up supper?” I asked her.“Ya, Mom is finishing up so I’m gonna jump in the shower and get cleaned up.” Lexi said.“Cool, oh and by the way there are razors in the cabinet in there if you need them and shaving cream is on the counter.” I told her with a smile on my face.She turned a bit red but I saw the light dancing in her eyes as she looked at me. I stood up and she could finally read the story title on the computer screen. She stood, too. “Thank you, Steve. I guess I need to be going. I hope to see you around.”“At least on Sunday. Remember, Sunday school starts at nine forty-five.”She left and I went back to sitting on the couch and watching what was left of the race.At work, I had placed a few more orders with Action. I was still watching performance. I graded vendors on their products, delivery, and accounting. Action’s products had never been a problem but delivery and dealing with their accounting department.