I meant my period is coming." You can't fly, or be in warm weather when you're having a period?" I meant it changes why you'd want to invite me." I'm ...really not very squeamish. That's one thing, and besides, I put all my hooker costs on an expense account anyway, and the company never checks to see if I really fucked them or not. We'll be okay getting away with it this time, I think." I'm not trying to talk you out of taking me. I just didn't want to go flying off under false pretences. I can. Leda now stood in front of it and was shocked into reality.Looking back at her was a man with matted wet hair holding a limp blondwig in one hand, lipstick smeared on his face, a darkening bruise on hisforehead and wearing a long shiny black woman's raincoat stained withsemen and smelling of urine . She collapsed on the bottom stair and beganto sob uncontrollably. Her impulse to get clean overcame her tears and she rushed up stairs andinto the stall shower still fully clothed. She turned on the. .." He waited expectantly; when she didn't answer, he turned to Zack, puzzlement plain.The other boy rolled his eyes. "You didn't ask a direct question. She's splitting hairs. Or dumb. Do it like this:"What's your name?" Renee," she replied immediately. Unintentionally."Okay," said Sauce. "Well, I'm Sawyer, and this is Zack. He, um, he calls me Sauce. It's kinda a joke ... um, you can call me either one you want."She stared at him blankly. Why, she thought, would it matter?"Yeah..." he. The bar was packed with the usuals. Jenna sat down and ordered some wine. She looked over the men that were there. Several men sent her drinks over and it was really her choice of who she would fuck. Sometimes, she would fuck them all. She wanted to have fun. She would wait to see what was offered to her.An older gentleman walked over to her.“Hey, doll. Could I buy you a drink?”“Sure. I’m Jenna, nice to meet you.”“Frank. You are a beautiful lady. Would you like to get a table and get.