Thursday, May 04, 2006

She continued to stare at me until finally adding another hint. “We work with the officers.” My powers of reasoning slowly started to kick in. “We serve their needs,” she added. She looked around and sighed, thought for less than half a minute and turned her face back towards mine. “We’re escorts for the high ranking officers.”
Meeting a call girl at the mall in Saudi.

I've been telling her to write about this stuff for years.

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